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DECENNIAL RECORD 



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CLASS OF 1889 



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PRESS OF THE 

BlNGHAMTON REPUBLICAN 

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Entrance to Campus, Showing '89's Class Gateway 



PREFACE 



This little book is dedicated by the Class of 1889 to OLD 

HAMILTON. It has attempted to recall to your minds a fezv of 

the incidents of our college life and to bind together more closely 

the members of '89, now ten years graduated and scattered over 

this broad land. When you have read it carefully put it among 

your sacred relics for your sons and grandsons to read. The hope 

of the committee is that the book will please you and that 

Volumn II in ipop will find us all on earth and ready to attend 

the reunion. 

Brandt, 

Carlton, 

Hockridge, 

Perkins, 

Smith, 

Whitney, 

Committee. 



Special Contribution to the Class of 1889. 
(Author Unknown.) 

A was our athletic Ayres, 

Who for freshmen laid numerous snares. 

The trick wouldn't stop, 

So he's now a fine cop, 
And he jumps on the crooks unawares. 

B was belligerent Badgley, 

Who rushed for the class cup right madly ; 

As the father of twins. 

He easily wins. 
And now returns to us gladly. 

C was conniving Bill Collier — 

If you crossed him, O, how he would holler ! 

With a head full of schemes, 

Which never were dreams ; 
The rest of the class used to "foller." 

D was our own Deacon Dave — ■ 
So big, so sturdy, so brave ; 
He never did flunk, 
And he looked like a monk, 
For they say that his head he did shave. 

E was our old Parson Evans, 

Who preached on the bliss of the Heavens — 
He was staid and demure, 
And his "bloods" were so sure 
That his ten spots were easily elevens. 

F was a fighter named Greis, 

Who could have licked Gil in a trice — 

But in the first round 

These pugilists found 
Each one of them held in a vise. 

G was our garrulous Gil, 

Who works the political mill. 

He's a Democrat yet, 

And this heeler, you bet, 
Gets his boodle on Capitol Hill. 

H stands for hardy young Hyatt, 

Whose money, they say, is all fiat — 

He's a limb of the law ; 

If you get in his claw. 
You'll settle, or there'll be a riot. 

I was for Isaac O. Best, 

Who thought '89 a great pest — 

For his body we took 

To Oriskany brook — 
But the faculty found out the rest. 

J — A quack Dr. Johnson, named Dick, 

Makes the people of Hudson all sick — 

They cry and they yell, 

And never get well — 
But he's making his money durned quick. 



K is our Knowlson named Wally, 
A professor of logic and folly; 
He thinks he can teach, 
But his nerve is a "peach," 
And they say he is '"way off his trolley." 

L was our lengthy old Leavy, 

With a tread so majestic and heavy — 

He was great in a scrap, 

But this foxy old chap 
Teaches girls, so they say, by the bevy. 

M was our masher, George Miller, 

A regular swell lady killer, 
But Cupid's sharp dart 
Finally pierced his hard heart — 

In his church she is now a strong pillar. 

N was our nutty old Nibbs, 

With large chunks of fat on his ribs. 
On the nine he did catch, 
Though his legs didn't match ; 
In the class room he never used cribs. 

O was our oracle — Steve, 

With always a crib up his sleeve. 

At working a mob 

Or a Tammany job 
He's a dandy, you'd better believe. 

P was our pussy Pardee- — 

A genuine old boodler is he. 
Corporations are pie, 
And he works them, Oh, My ! 

How he grins as he pockets his fee. 

Q was a querrulous quack — 

Doctor Bailey, who followed the track 
Of the sun cross the plains, 
But 'tis said that his gains 

Surpass those in the Sophomore crack. 

R was our small Jimmie Rogers, 

The king of all wrestlers and dodgers ; 

He zvould tackle a Soph — 

But he can't, for a prof. 
Belongs to the class of old codgers. 

S was our smiling Dijk Steele, 

Who could get up and give us a "spiel," 
But he's getting so fat 
He don't know "where he's at," 
And they say that he eats a great deal. 

T is a doctor named Tracy, 

Very sleek, well groomed and racy, 

Who wins all his cash 

Not by pill or by slash — 
On the stock exchange he is a daisy. 



U is old Uri Carruth, 

He's a lawyer and can't tell the truth. 
If he could, you'd soon know 
What a bluff he can throw — 

He's a solemn and singular youth. 

V was our vagabond, Bice, 

Who came into class only twice ; 
He made a great bluff, 
And "bohned" just enough 

To get through by this foxy device. 

W was Warfield, the wild. 

Who in whist playing hours beguiled — 
In math, he was great, 
Though the size of his pate 

Was no larger than that of a child. 

X was a written excuse. 

Which was always of singular use 
After a night spent in Ute, 
Or a Tim Finnigan toot. 
Or a large overdose of bug juice. 

Y was a yeoman named Dockstater — 

A famous old farmer and stock trader ; 

He's a son of the soil, 

Horny-handed with toil, 
A hoer, pit digger and spader. 

Z was a Zero, of course — 

'Tis avoided by using a horse 
Under Chippie, you know 
'Twas not wrong to do so ; 
So the "bloods" all came from one source. 





The New Truax Hall of Philosophy 



Class Roll 



Present Maieing List of the Ceass oe 1889. 
October, 1901. 

Lincoln C. Ackler Ilion, N. Y. 

Eugene M. Armstrong , Committee could not locate. 

John H. Ayres 358 Seventh St., Brooklyn, N. Y. 

Rev. Jay T. Badgley Dunkirk, N. Y. 

A. L. Bailey, M. D Suisin, Cal. 

Prof. Hiram H. Bice 60 West Thirteenth St., New York City. 

Schuyler C. Brandt 201 Front St., Binghamton, N. Y. 

Colonel Ellsworth Button 132 Dove St., Albany, N. Y. 

Rev. Frank B. Carlton 156 Boid Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 

Clarence Uri Carruth 838 Prudential Building, Buffalo, N. Y. 

Rev. Charles W. E. Chapin Clinton, TST. Y. 

Rev. David H. Chrestensen DeFreetsville, N. Y. 

William Miller Collier Auburn, N. Y. 

Elmer E. Dockstader Pattersonville, N. Y. 

Rev. Albert Evans 396 West Ave., Rochester, N. Y. 

Frank B. Gilbert 51 State St., Albany, N. Y. 

William H. Greis, M. D Syracuse, N. Y. 

Erwin L. Hockridge Mann Building, Utica, N. Y. 

Edward W. Hyatt Homer, N. Y. 

Henry W. Johnson, M. D Hudson, N. Y. 

Prof. Walter Sherman Knowlson Saratoga, N. Y. 

Rev. Dean R. Leland 3854 Cleveland Ave., St. Louis, Mo. 

Prof. W. S. Leavenworth Ripon College, Ripon, Wis. 

Rev. Milo B. Loughlen Dillon, Mont. 

O. W. Loughlin The Committee could not locate. 

Robert McCullough The Committee has been unable to locate. 

William Jackson McGuire Deceased. 

Curtis B. Miller 115 Genesee St., Utica, N. Y. 

Rev. George D. Miller Warsaw, N. Y, 

Prof. William W. Miller Friendship, N. Y. 

Prof. Edgar Coit Morris Syracuse University, Syracuse, N. Y. 

John Herbert Pardee Canandaigua, N. Y. 

Frederick Perkins Binghamton, N. Y. 

Prof. James D. Rogers Columbia University, New York City. 

Rev. David G. Smith 4154 Leidy Ave., Philadelphia, Pa. 

Rev. Joseph Lee Spurlarke Deceased. 

Prof. William S. Steele Springville, N. Y. 

Supt. Edward Lawrence Stevens Flushing, N. Y. 

Samuel G. Tracy, M. D 240 W. I02d St., New York City. 

Prof. Charles H. Warfield Little Falls, N. Y. 

Rev. Stephen Dwight Waterbury Knowlesville, N. Y. 

Leroy B. Williams Syracuse, N. Y. 

Prof. Eddy R. Whitney 20 North St., Binghamton, N. Y. 




HENRY DARLING. 

President of the College during our course ; we learned to know and love 
him for his many good qualities. His generosity was too well known to us 
all to be repeated here. Dr. Darling was a friend of the class of '89 and the 
class of '89 were his friends, one and all. He will ever live in our memories. 
The recollection of his presidency during our time will be one of the memories 
of our college course that will remain long after many of the other familiar 
things have passed out of our minds forever. 




EDWARD NORTH. 

When men of '89 reach 1941, 

May their bright grandsons grace the groves of Hamilton. 

Sincerely yours, 

Edward North. 




CHRISTIAN HENRY FREDERICK PETERS. 

This picture will brmg back to the class of '89 many pleasant recollections. 
We all loved "Old Twinkle." We loved his odd ways, his witty sayings, and 
we all admired his genius. He knew too much to teach us of ordinary minds. 
The class all will recall the day we wanted to get off for a ball game, and 
"Twink." wouldn't have it ; how he became absorbed at the black board in a 
mathematical problem that would make Square scratch his head, and became 
so interested he did not see the fellows slip out. When he finished he looked 
over the empty seats and said : "If ve don't excuse de class, bye and bye dere 
von't pe anybody left."' 

Ours was the last class he had, and we are thankful for having had the 
pleasure of knowing him as we did. 

His was a life of great achievement and "he died in the starlight when the 
sky was clear ; and so passed into the clearness of the unshadowed sky." 




OREN ROOT. 

It rejoices beyond measure the Professor of Mathematics that the Class of 
'89 persists in following his instructions. The processes of "Differentiation," 
and "Summation" go on steadily. When a straight line is unavailable they 
know what curve to take. When seeking a "limit" they avoid zero ; and rather 
incline to increase without limit. They don't take to "Convergent Series," 
and in the "division of functions" provide ample remainders. In the world 
mathematics '89 is all right : the college mathematics ! well ! they are back 

numbers, unbound. 

Oren Root. 




ABEL GROSVENOR HOPKINS. 

There is nothing we can say to the Class of '89 that will do justice to the 
loving memory of Dr. Hopkins. The most fitting words that can be said are 
those of Dr. Terrett in his beautiful tribute to the Doctor's memory : 

"There are dear graves upon that hillside. The young sleep there who 
left no large place vacant except in a few loving hearts. But there are graves 
there about which men gather and will gather for long years to be, with 
reverence and affection too deep for words. Men will come hither from the 
storm and stress of busy life, bent by the burden bearing, and wearv with the 
warfare of the world, successful men, useful men, men whose names are 
known to nations who have served well their country and their time, and they 
will stand about this grave and say : 'There lies the one to whom I owe my 
soul. He taught me what it was to be a scholar ; he taught me what it was 
to be a Christian; he taught me what it was to be a man.' In how many lives, 
enriched, ennobled by his influence will he live on. 

"Farewell, dear doctor, kind friend, true scholar, devoted teacher, 
courteous gentleman, stainless Christian, farewell. We will remember and we 
will follow, until in the cloudless morning of God's presence we see thy face 
again." 




HERMANN CARL GEORGE BRANDT. 

"Ohne Hast, aber ohne Rast 
Drehe Sich jeder um die eigene Last." 

Goethe. 
Grau, Neurer Freund, ist alle Theorie, 
Uud grim des Lebens goldner Baum. 

Goethe's Faust. 
I knew that undergraduates always liked "cuts" of the professors, but I 
thought that graduates got over that foolish notion. If you insist, however, 
I will send a photograph. 

Sincerely yours, 

H. C. G. Brandt. 



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ALBERT CHESTER. 
Now Professor in Rutgers College. 

October 15, 1901. 
My Dear Whitney: 

I send the photograph you asked for, with best regards. I think you will 
say it looks like me. But I am not up to a sentiment. With best wishes. 

Yours sincerely. 

Albert H. Chester. 




AMBROSE PARSONS KELSEY. 

Prof. Kelsey is another of the faculty of our time whom the hillside knows 
no more. To the Class of '89 his memory is dear as that of a good instructor, 
a kind friend and a genial gentleman. 




GEORGE P. BRISTOL. 
(Now Professor in Cornell University). 

Yours in loyal devotion to the old college, 

George P. Bristol, '76. 




ARTHUR S. HOYT. 
(Now Professor in Auburn Theological Seminary.) 

Auburn, N. Y., Oct. 21, 1901. 
"College life : the time of self-knowledge, of lasting friendships, of ideals 
iiid purposes that make the highest manhood." 

Sincerely yours, 

Arthur S. Hoyt. 




CLINTON SCHOLLARD. 

A sentiment, say you? Spring is the season of sentiment! but- 
Let us be satisfied 
If only the dreams abide ! 

Yours heartily, 

Clinton Scollard. 
Cunton, October 15th, 1901. 







PETER KELLY. 

Clinton, Sept, 22, 1901 
My Dear Brandt: — Yours to hand in due time. T wish to say I cannot 
at present remember the doings of your class, as all classes during my service 
in college have their peculiar follies, as they call it. College Spirit. You must 
depend on your memory for the doings of your class. I 'would say that you 
often told me I did not clean your stove as good as some others. I will send 
you a cabinet — the best ! have got. I know you would rather have one in my 
working clothes, but I have not any of that kind, and have had none taken in 
several years. 1 hope your book will be a success without the follies of class 
doings. Publish it on the good records of the class; that will be sufficient. 
] am just recruiting after being off work for two weeks with an abscess. 1 
will expect one copy of the work from you when published. 

The Freshmen, sixty in all, are through with their nonsense Saturday 
night. Their painting is as usual the daubing of everything and now they will 
have to pay the bill. 

Good-bye for the present, 

Peter Kexly. 




M. WOOLSEY STRYKER. 
Present President of Hamilton College. 

The Class of '89 has my congratulations upon its class-book, and I trust 
that its pages may be a new cord within the class and between it and our be- 
loved Hamilton. 

The college is moving steadily and strongly in the right way. I claim 
the energetic help of every man of '89 that theirs may be one of the efficiently 
loyal crowds. Pretty soon your boys will be coming this way, and I shall 
have them even if I did not have you. Start their thoughts this way now. 

Yours and Hamilton's, 

M. Woolsey Stryker. 

TO PRESIDENT STRYKER, FROM THE CLASS OF 1889. 
Greeting: — We welcome you as the present head of our Alma Mater and 
one and all pledge to you the loyal support of the Class of '89. 




Lincoln Christian Ackeer. 

Residence — Corner West Main and Shull Sts., Ilion, N. Y. 

Occupation — Lawyer. 

Married— April 4th, 1888, to Mabel E. Shull. 

Dear Classmates: — Upon graduating I entered the law of- 
fices of Matteson & DeAngelis, of Utica, N. Y. AVas admitted 
to the bar in 1892, and began practice in Ilion. Was Memorial 
Day orator at Frankfort, N. Y., 1890; at Fairfield Military 
Academy, 1895; at Ilion, 1898, and at dedication of* Memorial 
windows, North Columbia Church, in 1899. Stumped for Mc- 
Kinley in 1896. I make a specialty of practice in Surrogate's 
Courts and settlement of estates. 

Wife is a new woman and partner in law business. Prefers 
work in the office to keeping house. She runs the type writer 
and the rest of the ranch ; keeps the books and all the money ; is 
senior partner, head clerk, treasurer, cashier and office boy, and 
is cultivating a bald spot on her husband's head. 

Lincoln C. Ackeer. 




John H. Ayres. 

358 7TH St., Brooklyn, N. Y., Oct. 4, 1901. 

My Dear Old Classmates : — I owe you an apology for hav- 
ing so long delayed writing the class letter that you asked of me. 
My only excuse for having delayed writing is, that during the 
past live years my hand has became more accustomed to wielding 
a "night stick" than a pen. 

To get down to business. After leaving college — the class 
is more or less familiar with the reason for my doing so. Con- 
fidentially, I always held the faculty exhibited poor judgment 
in dealing with my case. Had I remained in college, I might 
have developed in a second John L. and my career have shed 
much luster upon our beloved Alma Mater. I spent some time 
in teaching at Rome. Later I took up the study of law and 
spent a couple of years with Blackstone and Kent. About this 
time my father died and I had to abandon my law studies and face 



the more serious problems of life, having a mother and adopted 
sister dependent upon me for support. On August 10, 1892, I 
married Miss Anna M. Byrne of South Bay, Madison county, N. 
Y. We have one child, a son, born April 18th, 1896, and I chal- 
lenge any member of the class to produce his superior in any 
way, age for age. Up to this time I had lived at Rome, N. Y. 
In December, '96, I came to New York, and became a member 
of the much maligned New York police force. President Roose- 
velt was at this time president of our board of police commission- 
ers. Since becoming a New York "cop" my life has been very 
uneventful. I have not distinguished myself by any noteworthy 
act of bravery, nor have I killed anyone. Come to think of it, 
I believe I did save a dog or cat — I have forgotten now which — 
from being burned to death or drowned — my memory is again 
a little treacherous — on one occasion. 

The training I received in our class rows on the old college 
campus has often been found to be very useful to me in some 
of the strenuous "mix-ups" that are of almost the nightly portion 
of the policemen in my part of the city. So you see a college 
training is of use, even to a k 'cop!" For the past four years 1 
have had a post on the lower East Side, near the water front, 
that cannot be equaled in the city for the variety 
of nationalities who frequent it. A line opportunity for 
a study of human nature is at all times present. In fact a 
policeman in any very large city has a better opportunity for the 
study of human nature in all its phases than one in any other call- 
ing in life. I can assure you that the study is not always a pleas- 
ant one. Any time any of the boys may be in New York, and 
care to look me up, a visit by him or them to 300 Mulberry street 
will determine my location. At present I am attached to the Fifth 
Precinct, No. 9 Oak street. 

I can assure the boys, one and all, that I would be delighted 
to renew old acquaintanceships, and I might be able to show them 
a few things in New York that are not seen by the casual every- 
day visitor to our city. You asked me if I could give you any 
information about poor old "Mollie" McGuire. If my memory 
serves me correctly, he came originally from Westernville, a 



village a few miles north of Rome, N. Y. He graduated from 
Rome Academy in 1882, read law for a year and entered Hamil- 
ton with the class of '87. He spent a year in college and then 
dropped out to return with our class in the fall of '85. His death 
occurred during the summer vacation of '86. I cannot be posi- 
tive regarding any dates, but think they are correct. Poor old 
"Mollie !" He was the life of any crowd in which he happened 
to be. He spent the Easter vacation with me at my father's home 
at Rome, in '86, and I think I did more laughing during that time 
than at any similar period in my life. It seemed to be thejieight of 
his ambition to make others happy. Will McGuire had many 
friends and no enemies. Now, Classmates, if this letter is too 
long drawn out or will take up too much space, cut it down or 
throw it out entirely. 

Hoping to meet every member of the class at a reunion at no 
very distant day, I remain, 

Yours, for the Class of '89, 

John H. Ayers. 





J. T. Badgley. 

Dunkirk, N. Y,. Sept. 30, 1 901. 

My Dear Fellows of '89: — I have never enjoyed putting my- 
self in print, and it has required several letters from Brandt and 
his confederates to bring me to the point of doing it on this oc- 
casion. 

On September 12, following our graduation, I married 
Nellie May Allen, of Clinton, N. Y. For two years I was prin- 
cipal of the Madison Union school. Entered Auburn Theological 
Seminary in the fall of '91 and graduated in '94. In October of 
that year I accepted a call to my present charge, the First Presby- 
terian church of this city. 

We have five children — Ralph Allen and Ruth Adelaide, both 
eleven years of age (I have no apprehension that it will hurt your 
feelings if I remind you in this connection that these were the 
class babies and that you are eleven years and three months in ar- 
rears for the class cup) ; Ethel May, nine years old ; Carl Egbert, 
seven years, and Jay Willard, five years. 



In addition to being a clergyman, I am at present a planter. 
Since January of last year I have made three trips to Porto 
Rico, and in connection with some associates have purchased two 
plantations on the outskirts of San Juan, aggregating something 
over i ,000 acres. We are now setting this out to oranges and 
pineapples. If any of you fellows would like to invest a little of 
your surplus in property which will return you annually from 
one hundred per cent, upward I can put you in the way of some 
rare opportunities. 

Cordially yours, 

J. T. Badgeey. 




Hiram H. Bice. 
Residence — 417 W. 114th Street, New York City. 
Occupation — Teacher. 

Married — June 24th, 1890, to Helen Lydia Williams. 
Children — Janet Horsburg, born November 23d, 1900. 



New York, May 22d, 1899. 

My Dear Brandt — I shall not be able to go to Clinton in 
June, much as I would like to do so, so I take pleasure in answer- 
ing your letter of February 25th at this late date. 

After graduating from Johns Hopkins University in 1889, 
I went into the newspaper business on the Utica Daily Observer, 
becoming their news editor. I held this position for about eight 
months, and then resigned to go to San Diego, where I continued 
in the same sort of work. On June 24th, 1890, I was married, 
and perhaps it would be well for me to say here that my wife has 
since then been the presiding genius of my home, though she has 
tried to make me think that I am the cock of the roost. After 
a stay of one year in California, during part of which time I was 
an instructor in the Los Angeles College, I returned to the East 
and was for two years professor of Latin in Blackburn College 
at Carlinville, Ills., living just on the northern edge of Egypt. 
From there I removed West again to St. Joseph, Mo., where I 
was for three years in charge of the department of Latin and 
Greek in the High School. After this experience I decided to 
visit the real East, and accepted the position of instructor of 
Latin and Greek in Dr. Sachs' School for Boys in this city. Two 
years ago I resigned this place for the headship of the same de- 
partment in the Boys' High School, which I still hold. We have 
here about 1,500 boys and look for 600 more next year. 

I have bothered the publishers just a little. Three years 
ago I revised for Scott, Forsman & Co., of Chicago, their Bellum 
Helveticum, and one year ago I had published an elementary 
work on Latin for students of medicine. 

I became a member of the Presbyterian church and am at 
present a deacon in the Madison Avenue church. 

It does not seem as if ten years had gone by since I attended 
the graduating exercises of that class of which I was once a mem- 
ber at Hamilton College. Nothing would give me more pleasure 
than to be with the class at the reunion, but it is impossible. I 
am thoroughly in favor of the action which it is proposed to take 
regarding the campus monument. 



It would be a great pleasure to receive an account of the 
exercises at the reunion, if any is to be issued. 

Yours in '89, 

Hiram H. Bice. 




Schuyler Coe Brandt. 

Residence — Binghamton, N. Y. 

Occupation — Merchant and Manufacturer. 

Married — April 30th, 1895, to Salie E Wilbur, Washing- 
ton, D. C. 

Children — Schuyler Buell, born July 31st, 1898; Aaron 
Wilbur, born July 20th, 1900. 

Binghamton, N. Y., July 28, 1899. 
Dear Classmates: — It is with some reluctance that I write 
this class letter to you. First, because the story of my life has 
been so commonplace that is cannot possibly be of interest. 
Secondly, because I am such a "chestnut' ' on College Hill that it 
seems absurd to write any letter at all. However as I was in 
favor of every man's doing so I must practice what I preach. 



The January before I graduated I purchased a half interest 
in the firm of Stickley Bros., of this city, the firm becoming 
Stickley & Brandt. Immediately upon going home I took an 
active interest as the junior partner in the firm and since then I 
have been a horny handed son of toil, an everyday, commonplace 
tradesman. In February, 1893, I was elected Republican Alder- 
man of the City of Binghamton to represent the Ninth ward. I 
immediately began to acquire the far-famed aldermanic fat which 
you see before you today. I served on the board for two years 
as an humble member, but on my re-election in 1895 was a P~ 
pointed chairman of the Committee of Finance and Education 
where I learned much that was useful regarding municipal gov- 
ernment. I was offered a re-nomination in 1897, but refused, 
thus just escaping the fatal landslide of that election. Since then 
I have been a plain ordinary furniture dealer and manufacturer 
of that deadly drink, wood alcohol. On April 30th, 1895, I mar- 
ried a black-eyed girl, then living in Washington, D. C, but born 
and reared in Savannah, Ga. If any of you know the temperament 
of the typical southern maiden you will spare me the embarrass- 
ment of answering the question of your committee, "who rules 
the roost?" 

On July 31st, 1898, Schuyler Buell Brandt woke up the 
quiet interior of the Brandt mansion by a series of yells, thereby 
producing sensations in my interior which only you fathers of the 
class can comprehend. 

He is now far enough advanced to roll over on his stomach 
and pull his dad's hair, but even in this unsophisticated stage he 
shows tendencies toward Hamilton College. His preferences 
meet with the approval of the other side of the house, so there is 
no possible doubt about his becoming a son of Hamilton. I am 
much opposed to co-education outside the home and fireside. As 
to expansion, my poor brain is not weighty enough to admit of 
any argument on the question. I could not drive up a chair to 
save my neck, but I can generally tell the right man to hire to do 
the work. Thus my views on expansion consist in casting my 
ballot for the men whom I think will be best fitted to unravel these 
knotty problems. As to my views on "the best methods of ad- 
vancing the interests of our Alma Mater" my brain is more clear. 



There is one and only one way to accomplish this. Bring on 
your own and your neighbor's boys. Watch the bureau of vital 
statistics and follow up the male column till you see at least one 
man each year landed safely within the classic walls of old 
Hamilton. 

The rest will take care of itself. This is the method I have 
adopted. Other alumni may contribute their money to buildings 
and other improvements. Every cent I contribute shall be 
toward educating men to take their places among the future 
alumni of the college that I love. And now, classmates, we have 
passed the ten year mark. Most of us are alive. None of us are 
rascals, in fact, the only alderman in the class has succeeded in 
keeping out of jail. We are entering on our second ten. I hope 
we may say as much at the end of that decade. I heartily renew 
my affection for you all. The school boy scraps of '89 have 
tended to bind me closer to my classmates, for while my side was 
standing together, the other side proved that they, too, had a 
mind of their own. We are all united together now and the bond 
is even closer than it would have been under other seemingly 
peaceful conditions. God bless us one and all and bring us to- 
gether in 1909 around this stone of ours, an unbroken class of 
loyal Hamilton men and classmates. I remain yours in the 
bonds of '89. Schuyler C. Brandt. 



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Frank B. Carlton. 

Residence — 156 Boid Ave., Buffalo, N. Y. 

Occupation — Clergyman. 

Married — June 226., 1892, to Nellie Hoag Thayer. 

Children — Josephine, born Feb. 14, 1894; Lester Thayer 
and William Gilchrist, born July 15th, 1897. 

Buffalo, N. Y., Aug. 5th, 1901. 

Dear Classmates — It is difficult to believe that over twelve 
years have passed since we parted upon the old Hill to take our 
separate ways in the world. It is also sad to think of the in- 
roads which time has made upon our college associations. How 
hard it was to leave the dear old place. How tender of heart we 
all were as we thought of the fact that no more would we meet 
as of yore. The writing of these few lines makes the old feeling 
live again and I have a great longing to see you all once more. 
There has been much pleasure from time to time in learning of 



the success of many of you. Brandt asked me particularly to 
tell whom I married. Right gladly will I acquiesce in his re- 
quest. Here was my greatest conquest and royally do I glory in 
it. Certainly the nine years of my wedded life is sufficient evi- 
dence of what I have said. She has been a helpmeet indeed. 
Her name was Nellie Hoag Thayer, daughter of William J. and 
Josephine Thayer, of Auburn, N. Y. We were married by Rev. 
Willis J. Beecher of the Seminary in the Central Presbyterian 
church on June 22d, 1892. My first pastorate was in Livonia, 
Livingston county, N. Y., whither we went as bride and groom 
to begin life's work. Beautifully situated between Lakes Hem- 
lock and Conesus, and well peopled with a hardy, strong minded 
class of farmers, this parish proved to be an almost ideal country 
field ; a pleasanter place and work I never expect to have again. 
Patient with my many mistakes and generous towards my short- 
comings, the people of that delightful country hamlet shall ever 
be dear to our hearts. It was there that our first child, Josephine, 
was born, February 14th, 1894, and I must not omit to mention 
our first little boy, Frank William, who was born December 13th, 

1895, and died February 7th, 1896. Thus was joy and sadness 
mingled in our lives. 

It has just occurred to me that I have omitted an important 
item. Brandt was so particular about domestic matters that it 
entirely escaped me to say that, after leaving college, I went to 
Auburn Theological Seminary, from which institution I gradu- 
ated in May, 1892. After four years and five months of a most 
agreeable experience in Livonia a committee from the Bethlehem 
Presbyterian church of Buffalo visited me and offered me the 
pastorate of their church. It came just at a time when it seemed 
to me as if the limit of growth had been reached in my first field 
and a new opening seemed to promise a larger opportunity and a 
more varied experience. Thus was it that on December 1st, 

1896, we moved to Buffalo, N. Y. Here we are still. Excellent 
opportunities, splendid privileges, a most valuable experience, a 
most patient, loyal, self-sacrificing people ; this characterizes my 
Buffalo pastorate. But one thing remains to be told. Let me 
warn you beforehand, the best has been saved for the last. Upon 



July 15th, 1897, twin boys came to our home. It almost seemed 
as if the one that had been taken was given back together with 
the one we expected. As I look out of my study window watch- 
ing the little fellows playing, my heart throbs with delight as I 
write these words to you. The one's name is Lester Thayer, the 
other William Gilchrist. 

I cannot close without once more expressing my gratitude 
for my helpful helpmeet and saying to you all that the door of 
our house will open easily to the touch of any member of '89, and 
that within there will be found a welcome than which none other 
can be more genuine. Sincerely, 

Frank B. Carlton. 




CLARENCE U. CARRUTH. 

No. 838 Prudential Building, Buffalo, N. Y. 
My Dear Classmates — The story of my life since graduation 
can be told in few words. Before leaving Clinton I accepted a 



position as instructor in the Brooklyn Collegiate and Polytechnic 
Institute, but later being tendered the chair of Greek and Latin 
in Highland University at Highland, Kansas, I resigned the for- 
mer appointment and accepted the latter. 

I spent a very pleasant year in the little college town in north- 
eastern Kansas, the seat of the oldest college in the State, and 
after passing the summer in Colorado, commenced the study of 
law in the office of Messrs. Rossington, Smith & Dallas at Tope- 
ka, Kansas. After remaining two years in the West, and not 
proving a favorable subject for the supposedly rapid, if myster- 
ious process of becoming ''westernized," I returned to New York 
State in August, 1891, and continued my law studies in the office 
of Messrs. Sprague, Morey, Sprague & Brownell at Buffalo. On 
April 1, 1892, I was admitted to the bar and commenced practice 
for myself at Buffalo the following October, where I have con- 
tinued since. 

In 1894 my brother located in Buffalo and the firm of 
Charles R. and Clarence U. Carruth was formed. Two years later 
my brother removed to New York city, since which time the 
firm has maintained offices in both New York and Buffalo, the 
former in charge of the senior member of the firm, and the latter 
in my charge. I am a member of the University and Independ- 
ent Clubs of Buffalo. 

On October 30, 1900, I was married to Miss Elizabeth Hutt, 
of Highland, Kansas. 

Sincerely yours, 

Clarence U. Carruth. 





Charles W. E. Chapin. 

Residence — Clinton, N. Y. 

Occupation — Clergyman. 

Married — December 30th, 1891, to Mary Barrows. 

Tremont, New York City, June 27, 1899. 
My Dear Classmates: — It was my hope to be with you at our 
reunion, and until Saturday night I thought to realize it, but a 
very important business matter summoned me to New York and 
here I must remain this week. It is a great disappointment to me, 
but the matter I could not postpone. A good time, long life and 
prosperity to all of the boys. When this business is over I shall 
go back home to dream over our 20th. Ten years is a far call. 
Nevertheless we will all make it, God grant. Really I regret more 
than I can tell not to be with you. But a certain duty to which T 
cannot be recreant claims me, and in it there is a hope of some 
enlargement of my life's plan and purpose. Why did it not come 



last week, or why did it not tarry a week and let me be with you ? 
I cannot tell, but patience and obedience are two required subjects 
in the course we are taking now. May it be a happy course, 
though hard. May none of us complete it at less than three score 
and ten, hale and hearty. Then God grant we may all receive that 
diploma, "Well done." 

Very sincerely and cordially your classmate, 

Charles W. E. Chapin. 

Note. — On the 18th of June, 1901, Mr. Chapin sent us an- 
other letter at our request containing more information. — [Com- 
mittee ] . 

FOR '8c/s CLASS BOOK. 

Charles W. E. Chapin, born May 31st, at Phoenix, Oswego 
County, N. Y. Parents' names, Charles R. and Eliza N. Chapin. 
Prepared for college at Little Falls Academy. On graduation en- 
tered Union Theological Seminary, New York City. Three 
years' study there. Married to Mary Barrows, daughter of Dr. 
Frederick Barrows and Lydia D. Barrows, of Clinton, N. Y., 
December 30, 1891. Entered ministry of Presbyterian Church. 
Settled as minister to Highland Chapel, Utica, N. Y., and or- 
dained by the Utica Presbytery November 29, 1892, remaining 
there four years. In November, 1896, accepted a call to Presby- 
terian Church at Cold-Spring-on-Hudson, N. Y. Remained 
there three years. Then engaged in literary work. In June, 
1899, became editor of the college department of The Evangelist, 
which position I still hold. Have just accepted an additional 
editorship of missionary department of the New Century 
Teacher, published in Chicago. This, with contributing to maga- 
zines and periodicals, comprises my present work. In 1896 I pub- 
lished a small volume of sermons entitled, "Gifts and Graces," 
which was well received and edition exhausted. Present resi- 
dence, Clinton, N. Y. 




David H. Chrestexsex. 



Defreestyieee, N. Y., September i/th, 1901. 

My Dear Classmates — A century has passed since we were 
all together on the campus of the dear old college "On the Hill." 
Yet for all I do not feel very ancient. The time since we all sep- 
arated has been comparatively short, and yet how much has 
transpired. The years, for me, have been busy ones ; I doubt 
not all can honestly say the same, for '89 was always a class of 
workers, on the part of some even to working the faculty. 

The first three years of post-graduate time was spent in 
Theological Seminary at Auburn, with the vacations taken up by 
missionary and other clerical work. I was licensed to preach and 
ordained to the ministry by the Presbytery at Utica on April 
1 2th, 1892, along with three other '89 men. I entered the active 
work of a pastor in the summer of 1892 by accepting an invitation 
from the Presbyterian church of Milford, N. Y., to become their 



under shepherd. FW two years it was my privilege to serve that 
people, ministering to them in eternal things. It was there that 
I first built my nest in the establishing of my own home, and a 
happy one it was. The home and happiness still abide, though 
other nests have been built. At the end of two years a call came 
from the Reformed church of Irvington, N. Y. This meant I 
would have to give up the sweet fellowship of the Presbyterian 
church. Perhaps it would be better to say it was the opportu- 
nity of a broadening of fellowship. The entering into the 
communion of the Reformed (Dutch) church in America meant 
no breaking of happy ties, no change, except in the name. 

My pastorate in Irvington was in many respects a delightful 
one. But all delights sometime or other must be superceded. 
And this one for me was superceded by a period of ill health, 
which laid me aside from the active pastorate for a time. De- 
cember, 1897, found me entering upon the field which is my pres- 
ent care and joy. For nearly four years I have endeavored to help 
and inspire this people to better, truer and purer living. 

The years of my separation from "Old Hamilton" have been 
years of profit, I trust, years in which I have learned lessons, 
difficult, yes! but once learned, as a result, clearer visions of 
higher things, inculcating in the mind and heart strange desires 
to reach the higher. These years have been blended with clouds 
and sunshine, but in such ways as to beautify life more than if 
it had been all sunshine. 

Would you have me write of my successes? Let me suggest 
that successes in the ministry are not measured as in law or poli- 
tics or business. The ministry is a profession of service, and 
when men are engaged in service for bettering mankind there is 
little time for thinking of success. The ministry is not the sphere 
for men to enter who are looking merely for success. It is the 
sphere where man looks for the way to render best service to God 
and- his fellow-man. But there are successes in the ministry. 
That minister is a success who helps his fellow-man to endure 
the burdens and overcome the temptations of life, who inspires 
and directs another to holiness of character. The success of the 
minister cannot be measured with the yard stick nor the calen- 



dar. Only when limitations vanish and time merges into eter- 
nity will the minister's success be known. Service is the rule 
now, success only as eternity may reveal it. 

I was married on June ist, 1892, to Miss Ray M. Hemen- 
way, of Harford, N. Y. God has graciously and lovingly en- 
trusted to our care and training one dear boy, born April 26th, 
1900, whom we call Arthur Palmer Chrestensen. His presence 
is sunshine in our home. 

Yours sincerely, 

David H. Chrestensen. 




William Miller Collier. 
Residence — Auburn, N. Y. 
Occupation — Lawyer. 
Married — September 13th, 1893, to Frances Beardsley Ross. 

Auburn, N. Y., Nov. 19th, 1899. 
Dear Classmates: — I supposed last Spring when I received 



your invitation from the committee to attend the class reunion 
and also calling for a class letter, that personal attendance would 
be accepted in lieu of a written missive, so I went to Clinton at 
commencement ready to "show up" personally, but carrying 
with me no written epistle. I do not like the idea now of being 
my own autobiographer. I would rather submit to an interview 
by a reporter or have the personal sketch business turned over 
entirely to an editor of the class book. Why would it not be a 
good idea to have "Bill" Chapin write the sketches of all of us? 
I am sure he would do us all justice, although my own plea would 
be that he do some of us mercy. He was the "literary feller" of 
our class. Yes, get "Bill" to do it for us, or if he flunks, get 
some of the men of the class who have been reporters to "just 
dash it off." There is Hockridge or Bice who could do it with 
all the accuracy and imagination of the modern news gatherer. 
But if none of the fellows will do it I suppose each man must. 
The class book must be complete. Each man must want to hear 
about each other member of the clear old class and each member 
in order to enjoy this privilege must tell his own story. 

Mine is short. After graduation I taught for a year, 1899 to 
1890, in the Polytechnic Institute of Brooklyn, then under the 
presidency of D. H. Cochran, a Hamilton graduate and trustee. 
There were at that time connected with the institution many 
young Hamilton men, and association with them kept firm and 
taut the college ties and made my year pass pleasantly. Inci- 
dentally to my work as instructor I studied law in the office of 
Hon. Thomas E. Pearsall, of Brooklyn. The following year, in 
the fall of 1890, I entered Columbia College Law School, at that 
time under the presidency of Dr. Theodore W. D wight, a Hamil- 
ton graduate and former professor, and a resident of Clinton in 
our days at Hamilton. I think our class helped build several 
fences and walks in front of his residence. I assume we did be- 
cause we did our share of demolition, and as a class proved a very 
active "Village Improvement Society, " by paying the assessments 
levied by the faculty to replace with new fences old and rickety 
ones torn down by us. While at Columbia I also taught in a New 
York school. The previous summer I had been a clerk and stu- 
dent in the law office of Tremain & Taylor, in New York City. 



I was at Columbia Law School only a few months. In November 
of that year I was urged by many friends to locate at Auburn, N. 
Y., which I did in the latter part of that month. A few weeks 
after settling there I was appointed clerk of the Surrogate's 
Court of Cayuga County, a position I held from January ist, 
1 89 1, to July ist, 1892, just after my admission to the bar. 
While clerk of the Surrogate's Court I continued my law studies 
and at the same time I edited "The Purple and Gold," the quar- 
terly magazine published by my college fraternity, the Chi Psi, 
and was also the editor-in-chief of the Semi-Centennial Catalogue 
of the Chi Psi, a book of some seven or eight hundred pages. In 
those days there were few cuts charged up against me, as the 
many things I had undertaken demanded all my time and con- 
stant attention. I think I was then doing about four men's work 
and was in much the same plight as that famous sailor of whom 
John J. Saxe sings, who left his sinking ship with a number of 
his companions and took a boat in the open sea, a water-less, 
provision-less boat. Cannibalism was resorted to in order to save 
life and the sailor just mentioned proved to be the final survivor. 
Complacently (according to Saxe) he sat on the stern of his 
wave-tossed boat and thinking over the positions once held by 
those who were once his comrades on the boat, but who had 
gradually one by one become his gastronomic prey, he cheerily 
sang : 

"Oh, I'm a cook and a captain bold 
And the mate of the Nancy brig, - 
A bo' swain tight, a midship mite 
And the crew of the captain's gig." 

In June, 1892, I was admitted to the bar and at once went 
into partnership with one of the old lawyers of Auburn, Mr. H. 
V. Howland. That partnership lasted about a year until Mr. 
Howland, owing to advanced age, retired from active practice. 
I formed a new partnership with Messrs. Teller & Hunt, but after 
a few months opened an office alone and continued in practice in 
Auburn without a partner until the pressure of official and profes- 
sional work in February of this year necessitated my taking in a 
young partner. I chose Mr. L. K. R. Laird, a young Hamilton 



graduate of 1896, and a man who possessed the Hamilton traits 
of activity and stir. Our practice is a general one, although by 
reason of my former connection with Surrogate's Court we have 
had considerable work in that line, and lately have had much 
bankruptcy practice. Before the passage of the present bank- 
ruptcy act by Congress, not anticipating its passage, I gave a 
great deal of study to that act and to bankruptcy law in general. 
The result of my work appeared in a book of 700 pages or there- 
abouts, called Collier on Bankruptcy. The fact that it was the 
first exhaustive treatise upon or study of the law made the book a 
timely publication and it had had for a law book a large sale and 
met with a kindly reception by the judges, referees in bankruptcy 
and the profession generally. The first edition appeared in 
September, 1898, and the enlarged edition in January, 1899. I 
have also written a work known as Collier's Annotated Rules and 
Forms in Bankruptcy, and am now editing the American Bank- 
ruptcy Reports, of which volume 1 was out in July, 1899, volume 
2 is now ready for binding and volume 3 is in the press, being is- 
sued in advance sheets, to be bound when the entire work is ready. 
In August, 1898, I was appointed by United States District 
Judge Coxe as one of the referees in bankruptcy for the North- 
ern District of New York, which position I held until February, 
1899, when I resigned it to accept a position of New York State 
Civil Service Commissioner, to which I was appointed by Gov. 
Roosevelt. I am a Republican and in touch with the organiza- 
tion, but believe that the party serves itself best when it aids the 
people most and I am convinced that it does not serve the people 
best, nor in the long run aid itself the most, if it rewards its mem- 
bers or followers by giving them positions or offices for other 
reasons than their fitness for them. I am now and for two years 
have been the secretary of the Republican County Committee of 
Cayuga County. In 1893 I married Miss Frances B. Ross, of 
Auburn, N. Y. Our wedding day was September 13th". We de- 
fied, you see, the thirteen superstition, and my experience is that 
like the boy we guessed right the very first time. I have no criticism 
at any rate of my luck. Mrs. Collier and I both extend a cordial 
invitation to any of the '89'ers who may be in Auburn to call 
upon us. I think I have told you all my doings. As for my 



comings and goings there is little to say unless possibly to men- 
tion that I have been fortunate enough during three of my sum- 
mer vacations to crowd in a trip to Europe, the first in 1895, when 
I spent four months on the continent. The second a short trip to 
England in 1897, and the third a few weeks this past summer in 
the Scottish Highlands, Ireland and parts of England and 
France. Traveling is a pleasure, but the home coming is the best 
part of it. "There is no place like home," and next to one's own 
fireside few if any places are so dear as the old college on the hill 
and the old homes there. We make friends and acquaintances 
as we live on, but no "chums," no friends like those of college 
days. I think the class letter asked for our views on expansion. 
My reply to that is, I believe in it ; believe in it as a present actual- 
ity, believe in its responsibilities, in all its duties, in all its oppor- 
tunities, in the worth of its sacrifices, in the blessings of its un- 
selfishness; I believe in it because the world moves and civiliza- 
tion advances. I am speaking of national expansion. We have 
not yet adopted expansion as a policy in our family life. That 
remains only as large as when we were first married. But per- 
sonally, to be very frank, I am an exemplification of a "physical" 
expansion policy, being now about forty pounds heavier than 
when I left college. I send by your request a photograph in lieu 
of a cut or plate. I have no half-tone plate or wood cut. You 
know that the half-tone cuts and the wood cuts are the unkindest 
cuts of all. 

At commencement nothing gave me so much pleasure as see- 
ing so many of my classmates. Next to that nothing was so satis- 
factory as to listen to the class letters from the absent ones. I felt 
proud then of my class and of all my classmates, for the record 
of every one seemed to be clean and straight. May that ever be 
true of us all. When I said that nothing gave me so much pleas- 
ure as seeing so many of my classmates at commencement, I 
should have added "and to have had perfect harmony in the 
class." May that harmony which has been born through so much 
travail and vexation of spirit live forever and may '89 exemplify, 
not only in its personal and class relations, but in the broader 
relations of the great brotherhood of man, the beautiful class 



motto given us by Dr. North, "Each for all, all for each." With 
best wishes for you one and all, I am, 

Sincerely yours, 

William Miller Collier. 




E. E. DOCKSTADER. 

PatTersonville, N. Y., Nov. 5th, 1901. 

Dear Classmates: — The request for a class letter sets me 
thinking of the close relation existing in the Class of '89 when we 
made our debut to the public. 

For the four years previous, while living within the confines 
of college jurisdiction, our intercourse with the business world was 
naturally limited. At the end of this period when our foster parent 
dismissed us from her care we set forth with great expectations of 
successful careers; some looking to the West, but the greater 
number clung to the old Empire State. Among the latter your 
humble servant is pleased to be numbered. 



I take it that these letters are expected to be a little historic — 
biographic — therefore, it becomes necessary for the writer to be- 
come the first person and speak of himself in preference to all 
others of the class. 

After graduating, I very soon married the accomplished, at- 
tractive and best young lady of the land — Mary Donman — my 
junior by two years. Together "we tread the wine press," mis- 
fortune and fortune being' shared alike. 

For about three years my time was mostly occupied as a 
pedagogue, after which I took to the farm, intending to live a 
quiet life — having no inclination to enter politics — lived quietly 
and happily 'till the year '91, when being chosen one of the dele- 
gates to attend the State convention of the Patrons of Industry, 
at which convention I was chosen president. This office I held 
for two years, being re-elected. During these two years my time 
was not altogether my own. In the second year of my in- 
cumbency I was sent as a delegate to a national convention held 
in Toledo. These two years were years of wide experience, the 
office requiring the president to be here and there, throwing him 
in contact with people in all stages of life. 

After this a mercantile business was offered to me. For this I 
at once negotiated, in which I am now engaged, the success of 
which I hope to prove in the not far off future. 

While I have not demonstrated my outward attachments for 
the class and the old college, I still have cherished memories, and 
hope some time to come in closer touch with both, ere the three 
junior Dockstaders get so far in their educational career as to be- 
come a part of old Hamilton. We have but little hopes for the 
daughters becoming a part of the old institution unless co-educa- 
tion is established. 

Yours in '89, 

E. E. DOCKSTADER. 






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Albert Evans. 

Residence — 396 West Avenue, Rochester, N. Y. 

Occupation — Clergyman. 

Married — September 9th, 1891, to Mattie Perry. 

Rochester, N. Y., April 3rd, 1899. 
To the Alumni Reunion Committee Class of '89: 

Dear Classmates: — I trust you will pardon my tardiness in 
sending you the desired information for the class history and that 
my delay has not greatly hindered you in the work. I am looking 
forward with much pleasure to the reunion in June, as it has not 
been my good fortune to be back on the Hill since our graduation. 
I hope, however, to be in Clinton in June. The ten years past 
have brought to us all many blessings, and to some doubtless 
many disappointments. As to myself, I would say that im- 
mediately after my graduation in '89 I went to Ebensburg, Pa., 
where I had charge of the Welsh Presbyterian churches of 
Ebensburg and North Ebensburg for the summer. In Septem- 
ber I entered Princeton Theological Seminary in the middle class, 
having completed the work of the first year before entering Ham- 



ilton. During the summer of 1890 I preached in several Home 
Mission churches in the central part of South Dakota. I grad- 
uated from Princeton in May, 1891, and was called to the pas- 
torate of the Third Presbyterian church of Camden, N. J., where 
I was ordained and installed by the Presbytery of West Jersey. 
On the 9th day of September, 1891, I was married to Mattie, 
daughter of Mr. and Mrs. John Perry, Sandusky, N. Y. The cer- 
emony was performed by Rev. James B. Lee, '87, of Franklinville, 
assisted by Rev. R. R. Watkins, '79. We have no little ones to 
bring cheer and gladness into our home. As to imperialism of 
the home I would say that at the present moment I reign supreme, 
Mrs. Evans being in New York. Our stay at Camden was of 
short duration. In March, 1892, I received a call to become pas- 
tor of the Waverly Presbyterian church of Baltimore. The call 
was accepted and I entered upon my work there April 1st, 1892. 
That pastorate continued for four years when an invitation came 
from the Westminster of Rochester inviting me to my present 
field of labor. I began my work here May 1st, 1896; since that 
time the work has been pleasant and encouraging. It may be a 
little hard to say just where I stand in politics. On national issues 
I have voted the Republican ticket ; locally I am an independent. 
I thoroughly believe in the McKinley administration and in ex- 
pansion for the nation so far as it has thus far gone. I fear, 
however, that there may be danger ahead. Co-education is a 
good thing, the higher education of woman is an excellent thing. 
Let old Hamilton in this regard be in the future what it has been 
in the past. I rejoice greatly in your peace conference for '89, 
whatever may be the result of the Czar's efforts for 
the nations. Let the result of our conference be the es- 
tablishment of universal peace for the class of '89. 
I have always felt that the unfortunate division was 
a blot upon our history which should be removed. I 
shall most heartily second any endeavor on the part of the com- 
mittee to that end ; by all means, at whatever cost, let us remove 
any traces of the petty strife. We have now become men; we 
should put away childish things and in the strength of our man- 
hood join heart and hand in loyalty to our loved and honored col- 
lege. I hope to be with you in June and will be glad to further 



in so far as I am able anything the class may decide upon for the 
good of our Alma Mater. 

Very sincerely yours in '89, 

Albert Evans. 
Westminster Church. 




Frank Bixbee Gilbert. 

51 State St., Albany, N. Y., Oct. 1, 1901. 

Dear Classmates: — If what follows is to be printed, Brandt 
and Whitney must exercise their editorial prerogatives and freely 
use the blue pencil and make good the apparent discrepancies. 
They eagerly sought the job of getting out this Class Book and to 
them belongs the responsibility of its literary merit. The class of 
'89, which, to my certain knowledge, reluctantly permitted them 
to undertake this work, should hold them strictly accountable for 
everything put in and everything left out. 



It won't take me long to tell what has happened to me since 
graduation. The years have gone quickly, with few personal 
incidents worthy of note, some minor successes, an occasional "re- 
verse and enough of sorrow and pain to make the good things 
stand out the brighter. 

For a couple of years after we separated, I studied law with 
my uncle, Judge Francis R. Gilbert, at his office in Stamford, 
Delaware County, N. Y. I was admitted to the bar in Novem- 
ber, 1 89 1, and practiced for a few months in Stamford. While 
engaged in the study of law I was employed by Judge Isaac H. 
Maynard, who resided at Stamford, as a clerk in the work of 
Statutory Revision, a commission of which Judge Maynard was 
a member, having been appointed for this purpose during the 
spring of 1889. In February, 1892, the work of the Statutory 
Revision Commission was centered in an office at Albany, and, 
with the clerks of the other commissioners, I removed to the 
Capitol City. Here the work of revision was continued through 
the administrations of successive governors, under the supervision 
of different commissioners, until the first of January, 1901, when, 
by an act of the Legislature of 1900, the commission was 
abolished. I was connected with the work of the commission 
from a few months after its creation until its termination. One 
of the last commissioners under whom I served was the Hon. 
A. Jucld Northrup, an enthusiastic Hamilton man of the class of 
1858. Those who have had the good fortune of knowing Judge 
Northrup will readily understand the pleasure and satisfaction 
derived from my association with him in the work of the com- 
mission. 

The commission revised in chapters all the general laws of 
the State ; submitted to the Legislature a re-arranged system of 
codes of criminal and civil procedure, and acted, during the ses- 
sions of the Legislature, as advisers in matters of legislation to 
the members, committees and officers of the Legislature. The 
greater part of this latter work consisted in the preparation of 
legislative bills for introduction. 

After the termination of the commission, offices were cre- 
ated by the Legislature for the performance of this part of the 



work of the commission, to which Mr. Robert C. Cumming, Mr. 
Henry L. Woodward and myself were appointed for the legisla- 
tive session of 1901. 

My connection with the Statutory Revision Commission 
brought to my hand a line of law editorial work, as a result of 
which, with the collaboration of Mr. Robert C. Cumming, a num- 
ber of law books of greater or less magnitude have been compiled 
and published. Among these might be mentioned : "The Poor, 
Insanity and State Charities Laws," and the "Tax Laws of New 
York," published in 1896; "The Lien Law of New York," and 
"The Village Laws," published in 1899, an d "Court Rules of 
New York," published in 1900. Mr. Cumming and I have just 
completed ( September, 1901 ), as a culmination of all this class of 
work, an edition of "The General Laws and Revised Statutes of 
the State of New York." This is a work of three volumes, con- 
taining over 4,500 pages, and comprises all the general laws and 
statutes of the State, with cross-references and notes of decisions 
of the State courts construing and applying the several sections 
of such laws and statutes. I have also completed, on my own ac- 
count, a work known as "The Town and County Officers' 
Manual," 1898, and a small text-book on "Domestic Relations." 

The labor on these so-called annotated compilations of 
statutes, in addition to that performed in connection with the 
Commission of Statutory Revision, has left but little time to de- 
vote to the regular practice of the law, although I have main- 
tained an office and displayed my "shingle" at 51 State street, in 
this city, since 1895. Since the commission was abolished I have 
devoted myself to an attempt to secure a regular clientage. 

I married in 1895. The rash young woman was Frances 
Freiot, of Bainbridge, N. Y., the home of my boyhood, and where 
my parents now reside. It was not a case of "gold brick" with 
her, for the affair which resulted in marriage dated back a num- 
ber of years, and she had ample opportunity of becoming ac- 
quainted with me. She assures me that she had her eyes wide 
open, and that if she made a mistake she can only blame herself. 
We have a comfortable little home at 69 Lake avenue, in this 
city, where we would be pleased at any time to entertain any 



member of the class of '89 who happens to be a sojourner in our 
midst. We have no children. We have been happy without 
them, although we might have been happier with them. 

Physically, I am like Collier, grown fat and chesty — not un- 
comfortably so, however — weighing not more than one hundred 
and ninety pounds. Morally, I am no worse, not much better, 
with plenty of chance for improvement. 

I am glad to avail myself of this opportunity to talk about 
myself — it isn't worth while to do it very often — but the antici- 
pated enjoyment of reading what the other members of the class 
will say about themselves justifies this short autobiographical 
sketch. 

In 1909 we may meet again in reunion on the campus at old 
Hamilton. We can read all these letters, sketches or whatever 
they may be and call each other to account for misstatements — 
and perhaps we will want a corrected edition of our Class 
Book. 

Frank Bixbee Gilbert. 





Erwin L. Hockridge. 

Utica, N. Y., June 27th, 1899. 

My Dear Brandt: — Yours of some months past, in regard 
to the coming reunion of the class of '89, was duly received and 
noted with pleasure. Although I am planning to be present at 
the occasion, yet in accordance with your request I will "grind 
out" the story of the first decade of my college life now; and 
coming as it does at this late hour (in fact on just one day prior 
to the reunion), it will at least have the advantage of being quite 
up to date. 

From 1889 to 1 89 1 I was on the editorial staff of the Utica 
Morning Herald; then having revelled sufficiently long in the 
glory, fame and pomp of journalism, I resigned my position and 
accepted one as instructor in Latin and Greek in the Normal 



school at Carroll, Iowa. Subsequently returning to this State, 
for five years longer I served in pedagogical work, having been 
principal of the Madrid Union school and later going to the High 
schools at Catskill and at Perm Yan. Closing my work at 
Perm Yan with the summer of 1897, I returned to Utica, became 
managing clerk of the law firm of Jones, Townsend & Rucld (at 
the same time resuming my law study), and expect to be ad- 
mitted to the bar with the early part of the new year. And let 
me add right here, that if in the years to come — and may they be 
many for '89 — should any of the fellows re-visit this good old 
city of Utica, and in a moment of "inadvertence" fall into paths 
which prudent boys do not (as a rule) travel, thus perchance 
running amuck with such annoying things as ordinances, etc., 
why, in such an emergency, let them not fail to avail themselves 
of the very best legal counsel, and of course call upon the under- 
signed. ( There, how's that for good old-time Hamilton assur- 
ance.) And if said undersigned is in need of associate counsel, 
why he will at once call into the case our C. B. Miller, who is 
rapidly rising as a legal authority of this city. 

However, in closing, I must not fail to answer another 
query of yours. In politics I am a staunch Republican, and as 
to public matters, with our sturdy Governor, brave and intrepid 
soldier, progressive and true statesman, Theodore Roosevelt, 1 
believe in meeting our new national obligations fairly and 
squarely — in fact, I am a believer, heart and soul, in expansion; 
but must confess, at the risk of being a trifle inconsistent, that as 
to domestic relations my views are not as yet quite so pronounced, 
as I am still unmarried and to the best of my information and be- 
lief, am in no immediate danger of leaving my present serene 
bachelor estate. 

Very truly yours, 

Erwin L. Hockridge. 

Note. — Soon after the above letter was written, Mr. Hock- 
ridge was admitted to the bar and resigned his position with 
Messrs. Jones, Townsend & Rudd, and decided to remain in 
Utica; on September 1st, 1900, opening offices at No. 43 Mann 
Building, where he has since been enjoying a steadily increasing 



general law practice. Mr. Hockridge is also a member of Co. 
B, Fourth Battalion of the National Guard of New York, and is 
a State civil service examiner in and for Utica and vicinity. 




E. E. Hyatt. 

Dear Classmates: — The memoranda asked for in your letter 
is as follows : 

Edward Wilson Hyatt, attorney at law. 
Married, on June 30th, 1896, to Mabel Preston Brown. 
Residence at Homer, N. Y. 
No children. 

Wishing you success in your undertaking, I remain, 

Fraternally, 

E. E. Hyatt. 





Henry W. Johnson. 

Residence — Hudson, N. Y. 

Occupation — Physician. 

Married — October 5th, 1895, to Anna Elizabeth Groat. 

Children — Robert Groat, born July 21st, 1898; William 
Warner, born August 10th, 1901. 

Hudson, N. Y., June 2d, 1899. 

My Dear Classmates: — After ten years' friction in the world 
for which our college days finished the preparation, I hope a 
goodly number may be permitted to gather and recount ex- 
periences. I have seen now and again '89 men, and from what 
each one tells me, one would think they were all young doctors, 
all of whom do well, though a few starve. I am sure, however, 
that this latter is not true of our men, and I am glad that I have 
not heard an adverse report of one of them. 

As for myself, I submit the following brief report. After 
leaving the wholesome influences of college days and things I 



was imbued with the spirit of work and money making, which I 
followed for a few days before starting on my life work. I en- 
tered Albany Medical College in the fall of '89 and graduated, 
the last under the old law, in two years, being allowed the 
privilege through my A. B., by doing the whole course work and 
passing something over thirty examinations at the end of that 
period. I was anxious to accomplish this, as it never could be 
done again, and there was a general feeling that it could not be 
done then. Afterwards, however, I took practical chemical work 
for some time before locating for practice. I did special work at 
the Presbyterian Hospital, Roosevelt Hospital and the Vander- 
bilt Clinic, where at the expiration of my service I was offered an 
assistanceship. Like all of us I have done well. At present I am 
assistant surgeon Co. D, First Regiment N. G. N. Y., member 
of the board of health of the city of Hudson, of Columbus County 
Medical Society, New York State Medical Association, American 
Medical Association, Hudson University Club, am a Commis- 
sioner in Lunacy and am married. Referring to the circular let- 
ter — I believe that bachelor women should be co-educated and to 
say that I rule the roost is putting it gently. I am "cock of the 
walk," am irregular at meals and smoke cigarettes in the house 
ad libitum. I believe in expansion, Hamilton College and the 
Presbyterian Church, though Mrs. Johnson is Dutch Reform 
and Dutchmen here favor Rutgers. As concerns the differences in 
the class at the time of graduation, the cause of which is for- 
gotten and the effect of which I hope has clone no harm, let us 
efface from the record and memory every evidence. It shall be 
my endeavor to attend the reunion, as to meet the fellows will, 
I know, be an exceeding pleasure and a great profit. 

Believe me very cordially yours, H. W. Johnson. 

Before publishing this book we received the following from 
the Hudson Register : 

"William Warner Johnson arrived at the home of Dr. and 
Mrs. Henry W. Johnson this morning for an indefinite stay. 
Little William W. was weighed upon arrival, and the scales 
registered just ten pounds. A look at the joyous countenance of 
the doctor will convince you that he is the happiest man in Hud- 
son to-day." 




Walter Sherman Knowlson. 

Residence — Saratoga, N. Y. 

Occupation — Teacher. 

Married — August 7, 1889, to Katherine Pauline Leo. 

Children — Ruth Leo, age 7. 

Walter Sherman Knowlson, born in Utica, N. Y., April 19, 
1866, of English and Dutch stock. Walter Sherman Knowlson 
was one of the little ones of the class of '89. His paternal grand- 
parents came from England in 1805 and settled at Albany, whence 
they moved to Utica. On his mother's side his ancestry dates 
back to the old Dutch settlers about Schenectady in 1642. 

In the month of June, 1885, he was graduated from the 
Utica Free Academy and entered Hamilton the following 
September. At college with the remainder of the illustrious class 
of '89 he distinguished and extinguished himself and was 
graduated with the only honor he wanted, a Phi Beta Kappa key. 



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Since graduation he has followed his chosen profession, 
teaching, and has been principal at Holland Pattent, Sherburne, 
Clinton and Saratoga Springs. At the last named place he has 
been at the head of the High School for the past six years. Pie 
was married to Katherine Pauline Leo, of Utica, August 
7th, 1889. To them were born two children, Walter Leo, who, 
had he lived, would now be ten years of age. Death took him 
away at the age of two, and Hamilton College lost a member of 
the class of 1909. Ruth Leo, aged seven, is now their only child 
and to her old Hamilton can look for one of its loyal sisters. 
Imbued with the spirit of fraternity while at college, he has lost 
none of its beneficient influence and now he has become somewhat 
of a joiner. At present he is regent of the High Rock Council, 
No. 652, Royal Arcanum, and a prominent and active member 
of Washington Command ery, No, 33, Knights Templar. Busi- 
ness and professional interests have many times driven out of his 
mind the boys of old Hamilton and the class of '89, but there 
comes a time when in memory he goes back and lives over four 
happy years — years never to return — among those who will ever 
be near and dear to him in Old North, on the way up the hill, in 
the recitation room, on the campus. Meanwhile he wonders 
where and when they will meet again and how many will come 
back in 1909 to shake the hand and exchange words of greeting 
and good will. Until that time comes, he says "auf wiedersehn" 
to those of his class who pause and read. 




Dean Richmond Leland. 

Tyler Peace Presbyterian Church, 

St. Louis, Mo., June 26, 1901. 

Dear Classmates: — After graduation my first year was given 
up to teaching natural science in my home academy at Lockport, 
N. Y. It took the usual three years to get the proper fast color in 
theology at Princeton. My first pastorate was the Second Presby- 
terian Church of Lockport. In '97 I took a graduate course at 
Princeton and for the past three years have been in St. Louis, now 
pastor of the Tyler Place Presbyterian Church. I shall be mar- 
ried this year. 

Fraternally yours, 

Dean R. Leland. 




W. S. Leavenworth, 



We had given Leavy up and had a cut made of his class pic- 
ture. Before the last form went to press his letter and latest pic- 
ture came. You will find them later on in the book. 

(Committee.) 




Robert McCullough. 

The Committe has not been able to locate McCnllough, but 
here is his picture. We all remember big, sturdy, honest "John' 1 
McCnllough. The classes of '88 and '90 have reason to remember 
him, too. He was a "bad man" in a row provided he did not lose 
his glasses. We all well remember, too, his famous speech in the 
class meeting when certain members were suspended for kid- 
napping "Billy" Best ( we won't mention their names, it might 
imperil their jobs). We had to hold "John," and it took a lot of us 
to do it or he would have annihilated the faculty. We hope to find 
him some day and renew the happy companionship of tw f elve years 




William Jackson McGuire. 



Born in Ava, N. Y., May 14th, 1864. 

Prepared for college at the Rome Academy. 

Died in Clinton, September 10, 1887, of typhoid fever. 

"Mollie 1 ' McGuire sleeps in the college cemetery on the old 
College Hill. He was the only member of the class that we had to 
leave behind. His memory will remain in our hearts as long as 
there is a member of '89 living. We will always remember his 
great heartedness, his happy disposition and his loyalty to friends, 
classmates and Old Hamilton. What a fine speaker "Mollie v was, 
and how he used to make the old college chapel ring. It will give 
us all pleasure to look at this picture, for many of us have not seen 
it for many years. To none of us, however, has McGuire been for- 
gotten, nor will he be when our children and grand children wan- 
der through the old cemetery and gaze upon his grave. 




Curtiss Bigeeow Miller. 

Residence — Deansboro, N. Y. (Office at Utica). 
Occupation — Lawyer. 

Married — September 23rd, 1889, to Eva M. Barton. 
Children — Barton Duncan, born July 13, 1896. 

Utica, N. Y., May 17th, 1899. 
Dear Classmates of '89: — It hardly seems possible that it 
will be ten years next June since the class of '89 left the hill. 
How many things have happened since then. The words from 
Longfellow's poem, "The Clock on the Stairs," seem peculiarly 
applicable : 

"All are scattered now and fled ; 
Some are married — some are dead ; 
And when I ask with throbs of pain 
When shall we all meet again, 
As in the days long since gone by ? 
The ancient time piece makes reply, 
Forever — Never — Never — Forever." 



And yet at this our first decennial many of the fellows ought 
to get together. As far as I have heard the ten years that have 
passed have been prosperous years for the members of '89. And 
perhaps while none of us have become millionaires, we have what 
is far better, a work to do in the world and strength and a will 
to do it. As far as I am personally concerned, I doubt if there is 
much to interest my fellow classmates. In August, 1889, I be- 
gan teaching as principal of Franklin Academy and Union School 
at Prattsburg, Steuben County, N. Y., where so many Hamilton 
men have begun their work, my immediate predecessors having 
been Palmer, Knapp and Witherhead, all Hamilton men. After 
leaching four weeks I came to the conclusion that it is not good 
for man to be alone, and so on the 23rd of September, 1889, 1 
took unto myself a wife, Eva Barton, of Deansboro. We re- 
mained in Prattsburg for six years, and six very pleasant years 
they were. It is my opinion that the place where a man begins 
housekeeping and his life's work will seem more like home to 
him than any other. On leaving Prattsburg in 1895 we went to 
Addison, in the same county, where I took charge of the schools 
and where in July, 1896, a little boy, our only child, was born to 
us, Barton Duncan Miller, who at present is in training for the 
foot ball team of 19 16. After teaching in Addison three years I 
entered a law office in Utica, where I am now located. It may 
possibly be of interest to state that my immediate successor at 
Prattsburg was De La Fleur, and he was succeeded by Glass, 
both Plamilton men; while my successor at Addison was 
Friend Miller, a Hamilton man. Such in brief has been my life 
since graduation, and it is with the hope that at the coming com- 
mencement I may meet many of the members of the class of '89 
that I close this letter. 

Very truly yours, 

C. B. Mii^er. 








George D. Mieeer. 

Warsaw, N. Y., June 7, 1899. 
My Dear Classmates: — '89 seems but last year and it hardly 
is possible that we shall meet in Clinton in June for our tenth re- 
union. In a decade many of us have probably grown wiser, some 
of us stronger and a few better. Our class disagreements were 
unfortunate, but in fiction reconciliations are sweet. Nothing 
conduces to the uniting of broken ties as a common affection. 
With a devoted love for our Alma Mater we all have a common 
interest in her children. If we are to chisel some old records from 
our memorial pillars we must also erase any remaining indications 
of them from our hearts. Some of the fellows may remember 
the unfortunate features in Hamilton when we were students, but 
I hope not one of us is so short sighted as not to see in the ex- 
perience of ten years the great things that Hamilton has done 
for us. Rejoicing in the rejuvenating of the college in these 
modern days, we hail Dr. Stryker as the modern Arnold of 



Rugby. But we must not forget in our reunion the sacrifice and 
love of Dr. Darling, who through the years of his incumbency 
gave every dollar of his salary to the institution and its students. 
I think more of Hamilton to-day than ever before. It is my his- 
tory that you wish? Well, I hope you will not think it my 
obituary. To prove my existence I hope to materialize in Clinton 
in June. Some thought that three years in Union Seminary under 
Dr. Briggs would prove fatal, but the long, lean and bony ones 
survived. They will not wax fat because they kicked too much. 
The smell of pine in the logging camps and sandy plains of 
Michigan put a little more vigor in the blood and some horse 
sense in the brain. Three months of such experience sufficed. 
During the three years of seminary life I tested Brandt's gram- 
mar and German prose on the scattered population of the West 
Side of New York City. But my German was ordinarily too high 
for them. After graduation the East Enders of Long Island re- 
quested me to experiment on them. Never had a better time in 
my life. Sailing, fishing, crabbing consumed part of my time and 
incidentally some work was done and a few sermons written. 
Had everything needed there except a wife. In 1894 the salt 
regions of New York needed a pastor and your humble servant, 
thinking that such an atmosphere might prove beneficial, ac- 
cepted their call. The people there have infused considerable of 
the saline ingredient into their pastor's nature. Some work has 
been done there also, and by God's help nearly two hundred have 
been added to the church membership in four years and a half. 
Nearly five hundred sermons have been prepared and to use the 
figure so often heard from Prof. Kelsey, if you wish juicy reading 
try Webster's dictionary or Miller's sermons. Am I married? 
Yes, thanks to a kind Providence and a woman's sacrificing 
spirit, that most holy bond of union between earthly creatures was 
consummated the 18th of last October. And now, classmates, life 
has been mostly on the level with no great achievements and no 
great failures. None of us are so old yet as to cease looking 
toward the future. May that future to all of us be in its reality as 
bright as our hopes. 

Yours in '89, 

George D. Mieler. 




W. W. Miu,er. 

Friendship, N. Y., Oct. 3, 1901. 

Dear Classmates: — In writing my history for the Class 
Book I feel that a peculiar task is before me. Not as in the old 
days of '89 do I like to blow my own trumpet. If the rest of the 
class felt as I do, I am sure these letters would be prosy reading. 
But here goes, and look out for the report of one of the guns of 
'89. I went into my chosen profession and was principal of 
the High School at Avoca, N. Y.. from 1888 to 1894. During 
this time I made great progress, not wholly as an instructor of the 
youth, but along better lines in my judgment. In December, 
1890, I was married to Edith Lillian Bonham, of Susquehanna, 
Pa., at Belfast, N. Y. I consider this the best move I have ever 
made. We have been blessed abundantly, not with children of 
our own, but with about four hundred of other people's. I might 
state here they are the "four hundred" and no mistake. 

In 1894 we moved to Monticello, N. Y., where I "taught the 
young idea how to shoot" for the period of three years, when I 



made up my mind that it was time wasted to educate people when 
the chief business was summer boarders and the cultivation of 
rocks — not those we fellows of '89 enjoyed, but immense 
boulders. In 1897 we again moved, and now I am serving my 
fifth year as principal at Friendship. By the way, that name is 
true of the town, the people, and the boys and girls. I am like all 
'the others in '89 — I am still looking for other worlds to con- 
quer. If I am any credit to '89 it is due to the "ups and downs" 
of old Hamilton, and may prosperity and success come to all the 
fellows of '89. This is the sincere wish of one of '89 members. 
With best wishes to all the class, I am, 

Yours in '89, W. W. Mii^er. 




Edgar Coit Morris. 

Residence — 309 University Place, Syracuse, N. Y 
Occupation — Teacher of English. 



Syracuse, N. Y., March 18, 1899. 
Dear Brothers in '89: — At the request of the committee on the 
class reunion, I greet you all in this manner, though I now fully 
expect to see yon all at Clinton next June and so carry my greet- 
ings in person. I am thoroughly pleased with the effort being 
made to get a large number back for our tenth reunion. I hope 
all will be there, though the perversity of things animate and in- 
animate will make it impossible for some to some. However, all 
can write the letter called for and so keep in touch with one an- 
other to that extent. Ordinarily my modesty would forbid the 
personalities I am about to indulge in, but the cause is my ex- 
cuse. My first year out of college was spent in the old library, 
cataloguing some of the books and looking after things there in 
general. You will remember they were then just putting in a 
new system of classification that called for a complete and 
modern catalogue. About a week before college opened in the 
fall of '90 I received a telegram from dear old "Prexie" asking 
me to meet him on business in Utica at once. I went and found 
they were within a week of opening college, and had no one to 
teach Latin for the ensuing year ; since Prof. Hopkins had been 
granted a leave of absence and the man he had sent to take his 
place had found on his arrival in America that he had been 
elected to a permanent position somewhere in the west. He 
therefore wished to get off from his year's engagement in Hamil- 
ton and was released. Much against my better judgment I de- 
cided to take the freshmen and sophomores for a term and see 
what I could do; meanwhile they were to look for someone else. 
As some of you know, I was kept at work for a whole year. My 
explanation is that it seemed the necessary thing to do, not that I 
felt that I was fitted for the work, or any special interest in teach- 
ing Latin. In the spring of 1891 I was elected to the professor- 
ship of English language and literature in the Lake Forest LTni- 
versity of Illinois. During the following summer I studied at 
Chautauqua somewhat in preparation for that work, but did not 
get much out of the school there. My two years at the Lake 
Forest University were valuable ones to me, for they showed 
me wherein I was unprepared for my chosen profession, and at 
the same time gave me some experience with classes in literature 



and rhetoric. As a result of the experience and money gained 
there I went to Harvard in the fall of '93 and began a year of 
the hardest work I ever did in my life. I knew what I wanted 
and found about twice as much as I could do in a year. From 
choice I spent most of my time on the sixteenth and seventeenth 
centuries, though I took some work in Anglo-Saxon and Chaucer 
and nineteenth century poetry. At the end of the year I received 
my master's degree on examination. In April, '94, I was elected 
instructor in English in Syracuse University. I should have 
preferred to remain in Harvard another year, but financial con- 
siderations and the fact that Syracuse offered me the very kind 
of work I wanted (old English and rhetoric), led me to go to 
teaching again. I am now finishing my fifth year here. At the 
end of the first year my work had been so satisfactory that the 
trustees made me professor of English, though then I was put in 
a separate department of rhetoric and the English language. Two* 
years later the senior professor in English resigned and left me 
at the head of the work. We then put all the English work into 
one department and at my request revised most of the work and 
many of the courses. During all this time my work has been 
practically the same. I have half of the freshmen in rhetoric, 
two sections each two hours per week for the year. This is a 
hard course, since it includes the reading and correcting of about 
300 pages of manuscript a week. Another course includes the 
reading of seven or eight plays of Shakspere, in a very critical 
and careful manner, and the giving of lectures upon each play 
read. This is three hours a week for the year. Another course 
calls for two lectures a week for the year, and covers the history 
of the English drama from its beginning in the old miracle plays 
down to the supervision of those seniors who are making their 
graduating theses in my part of the literature. Besides this 
regular college work I am burdened with being the secretary 
of the faculty, chairman of the football committee, of the general 
athletic committee, one of the directors of the University Co- 
operative Association, secretary of the Phi Beta Kappa Chapter 
and a member of several sub-committees on the faculty. After 
this list of duties it is hardly necessary to reply to Brandt's in- 
quiry as to whether I am married, or have done any great work. 



1 have not had time to do either. My "magnum opus" has been a 
whole lot of things along the line of helping boys and girls get 
ready to make the most of life. Outside of Syracuse, I am sorry 
to confess, my name is hardly known in the educational world. 
But my ambition is rather to make an impression on my students 
than on the outside world. So I have hopes that after years I may 
be remembered, though I expect never to be sung by bard or 
heralded by historian. However, I suppose I should add that I 
have just published a little edition of some speeches of Lincoln 
and Douglass, for the use of classes studying argumentation. It 
is of minor importance, though. As to the other questions of 
Brandt, I am an Independent Republican, a Methodist and a be- 
liever in co-education — for Syracuse and other colleges that are 
adapted to it. In regard to expansion, I believe we should be 
cowards and selfish to leave to their own destruction the lands 
and peoples that have come into our protection by the fortunes of 
war. It is our duty to restore peace to each colony, to help them 
prepare for self-government and then give it to them as soon as 
they are prepared, and moreover, to see that other countries do 
not take it away. The end of my chapter. I hope others will be 
as willing to lay aside all personal considerations for the sake of 
the class. And now, to those I shall not have the pleasure of see- 
ing in June, I send a hearty God speed; may your number be 
very few. Most cordially yours in memory of '89, 

Edgar C. Morris. 

June 2d, 1899. 
My Dear Brandt: — Please add to my autobiography that you 
now have in your hands the statement that I sail from Boston next 
Wednesday, the 7th, to take a wheeling trip through England 
and Scotland. I go with a friend from this University faculty, 
Prof. Faily, a Harvard graduate. Of course I shall be very sorry 
to miss my tenth re-union, but I do not see how I can wait three 
weeks for it since I have this opportunity to go abroad. Please 
give my kindest regards to the fellows and if there is any printed 
report of what happens send me a copy. 

Very cordially yours, 

Edgar C. Morris. 




John Herbert Pardee. 

The committee was unable to get a letter from Pardee, 
though he subscribed generously to the book. Pardee was a law- 
yer in Buffalo, -of the firm of Petrie, Timmerman & Pardee. Pie 
is now in Canandaigua in the electric lighting business. 




Frederick Perkins. 

Bixghamtox, X. Y:, June 6th. 1901. 

To the Committee of '89: — I must do my part towards com- 
pleting the class history. But before doing so let me suggest this. 
I have nothing to give toward an alumni dormitory even if I 
favored the plan. But if you know of any prospective freshman 
whom it would do good to get to commencement and who needs 
a little coaxing to get him to do so. I will offer my mileage for one 
way if you will fix him for the other. Or if you know of two I 
will make the offer in the same proposition. As for myself I was 
not at my commencement. I suppose I was the only one in the class 
who received my diploma through the mail. My home was inun- 
dated at the time of the Johnstown flood, though a hundred miles 
away, and I went there to help my parents in the emergency. This 
was in senior vacation and the faculty excused me from attending 
the commencement. The last five years of my life have been 



uneventful except that I went to Europe in the summer of '95 and 
to California, including a trip to the Yosemite in the summer of 
'97. I will devote most of the historic account of myself to the 
first five years after graduation. After going home in the sum- 
mer of '89 I began work over my father's books in the office of a 
dry goods store. The books had been soaked for hours in the 
thick flood water which had almost the consistency of thin paste 
and which left a thick deposit of mud on everything it touched. 
The ledger figures were obliterated or else covered with mud and 
many pages had to have the mud scraped off before the accounts 
could be made out. Such work as this, inhaling myriad microbes, 
brought on a violent fever. Thanks to the physical as well as 
other development to be gained on College Hill, I recovered in 
time to enter Princeton Theological Seminary in the fall and 
began work preparing for the ministry. But when I went home 
at Christmas the microbes of the flood got after me again and 
again I succumbed and lost a lot of time, but passed examinations 
again in the spring. Then followed my principal romance. It 
was the romance of missions. Being commissioned by the Pres- 
byterian Board of Publication and Sabbath School to labor as a 
Sabbath School missionary in West Virginia, I sallied forth into 
those happy (?) regions where life was so cheap that to use the ex- 
pression of one of the aborigines, 4 'they'd shoot a man to see him 
fall," near where the Hatfields and McCoys used to have their 
field days at irregular intervals and without the formality of a 
committee to arrange the events beforehand. I was neither shot 
nor shot at, but I was scared a good many times. As for instance, 
when on one occasion I had considerable money on my person and 
was with a man bigger than "Bonus" Ayers, all alone in the 
woods and my companion became suddenly and uncomfortably 
inquisitive about my money matters; or when on a mountain 
path four or five miles from any house I met a party of men 
armed with guns and a jug. It was the latter which excited my 
apprehension as to my probable fate. I had two summers of this 
kind of work. I think I must have lived on mental excitement, as 
the mountains could not furnish any more substantial support. 
Once for a month I did not taste fresh meat and my staple article 
of diet for days — I obtained nothing else unless it might be some 



berries I could pick in the woods — was hoe cake and warm grease. 
When I went into the mountains I loathed the stuff ; when I came 
out and sat down for the first time to a well-supplied table I 
craved the hoe cake and extract of flitch. Surely we are creatures 
of habit. Adaptation is only the mother of perseverance 
and determination after all. In the spring of '92 I was ordained 
by the Presbytery of Lackawanna and in one day was installed 
twice, which I think breaks the record. After serving for two 
and a half years the churches at Ulster and Ulster Village, in 
Bradford County. Pa., I moved to Binghamton ct hie sum. No, 
I am not married. Some may say that they are not married be- 
cause they have not time. I cannot plead that as an excuse. 
Why, only last week one of my church members married a 
widower whose wife had been dead not more than six weeks. I 
did not perform the ceremony, though. 

As for politics, I am adrift, not upon a stormy sea, but I am 
not very active politically, but am floating- aimlessly and quietly 
on an inland lake waiting for something to appear to which I can 
comfortably attach myself. But though co-purposeless politically, 
I want everybody to understand that I am a high church Presby- 
terian of the deepest indigo ; that I have read the Westminster 
Confession entire and accept it all with a preference for a few 
verbal changes, but would rather have it as it is than not have it at 
all. In this respect I can say to my classmates that I would all 
were both almost and altogether such as I am, bonds and all. I 
believe in the expansion of all that is good. Our country is good, 
therefore I believe it should expand. Please do not question the 
syllogism. I don't believe in co-education except by the home 
hearthstone with father and mother and other children constitut- 
ing the faculty and the Bible and Catechism being the funda- 
mentals in the curriculum. I have said I wonder why every 
preacher did not write an autobiography. This is the nearest I 
ever came to it, however. May God speed our classmates through 
the remainder of life's pilgrimage. We would have had two 
more ministers on our class roll today if the Lord had not said to 
them after their brief service, "Well done." 

Yours, 

Frederick Perkins. 




James Dennison Rogers. 

Columbia University Department of Greek. 

Committee of '89, Dear Classmates: I enclose my mite for 

the class book. This is a busy time with us, and I am not disposed 

or able to get up any kind of a letter. I was born in Unadilla 

Forks, Otsego County, N. Y., in 1866, and am here now. Let it 



go at that. 



Sincerely yours, 

J. D. Rogers. 




David G. Smith. 
4154 Leidy Ave, Philadelphia, Pa., 

April 24th, 1899. 
Dear Classmates: — Our decennial is almost here. Is it pos- 
sible? In the words of a freshman declaiming "the past lies be- 
fore me like a dream/' we are growing old and don't know it. It 
seems but a day since we met together on the campus and 
measured our strength with '88 and '90 each in turn and worsted 
them all of course. Now after ten years of roughing it with the 
world, which has offered a sterner resistance perhaps than any of 
the rival classes or the dreaded college examinations, we are going 
back to the Hill to look over the ground again and shake hands all 
round. The "little unpleasantness" which marred our parting 
will scarce!)- have a memory now. Certainly the only memory of 
it will be of regret, not of bitterness. Old time is a kindly healer. 
And how he sets things in their right proportions — making the 
little seem very little and the big bigger than ever. I wish that all 



the fellows might be present at the reunion. But we cannot look 
for that. We shall all miss one face very much. A manlier, kind- 
lier soul we did not have among us than Spurlarke. He seemed 
less likely than any of us to go first. He has left us a very 
precious memory that will not die. Of all the class that remain 
none has become a brilliant star as yet I believe. But there is a 
long time for shining yet, and it would be strange if some stars 
of the first magnitude were not discovered ere long. "All 
praise to oursel'es for there's wa birly like us." Personally I 
have had a very uneventful life since graduation, full of healthy 
interest and hard work and free enough from anything brilliant to 
strengthen my long time impression that I was not born to fame. 
The autumn after graduating I entered the Union Theological 
Seminary, New York City, and spent a happy and profitable three 
years studying theology and interspersing study with practical 
mission work in three of the city churches. This work, together 
with pastoral work and visitation and preaching*, which I was 
able to do in connection with my studies for more than a year 
before graduation, gave me a foretaste of the work that was 
shortly to engage my whole time and attention. I was graduated 
in the class of '92 and afterward continued as preaching supply 
at Lenox Presbyterian Church for a few months. Was called in 
the fall to Philadelphia, Pa., to organize a work which afterwards 
became the Emanuel Presbyterian church. I was formally 
called to become pastor of this church in May, '93, immediately 
after its organization, and have served here continuously since 
that time — almost six years. I chose this new work because it 
appealed to me and have remained in the work because it con- 
tinued to interest me. I have labored with varying success, not 
always so great as I could wish, but never so small as to tempt me 
to greener pastures. I have not found it easy to be a student, and 
at the same time a faithful pastor. No one does in one of our 
city churches. In answer to your question : "What is your 
greatest achievement during the first ten years?" I can scarcely 
say — not because there are so many great things, but so few if any 
at all. Generally speaking my greatest achievement is to have 
built a church and received 460 persons into its communion. But 
this is largely the result of associate aids, human and divine, that 



I may not call it great from a personal point of view. My re- 
ligious affiliations have not changed. I am still loyal to Presby- 
terianism and am especially in sympathy with its wide outlook on 
life and its growing desire to keep the whole truth. You ask 
about expansion — I believe in it, of course, and am not quite able 
to understand why every Hamilton man should not believe in it. 
As for co-education, I say yes again — under certain conditions 
which it would take too long to explain. It is bound to come, for 
it is only another form of expansion. I must not forget to say 
what is important to me if not to you, that I am married and have 
been since the fall after graduating at Union Seminary. Two 
sons have been born to us. The first born, David Sterling, died 
when only nine months old ; the second, Henry Hamilton, is now 
in his fourth year. He is already dedicated to Hamilton and it is 
confidently hoped that when he arrives at the suitable age he will 
honor the covenant vows of his parents in true Presbyterian 
fashion and be enrolled for the class of '16. I might say right on 
this connection in reply to the committee's question : "Who rules 
the roost, you or your wife?" that there has never been any ques- 
tion about the authority in the house since our boy was here — 
of course he rules, and by divine right, too. I know of no better 
way to support our Alma Mater than to support its present wise 
administration, and especially by sending our boys there and our 
daughters too, if the "expansion theory prevails." I am making 
arrangements to be at the reunion this year without fail. 

Yours for '89, 

David Garrett Smith. 





Joseph Lee Spurlarke. 



A TRIBUTE. 



Joseph Lee Spurlarke, the son of Lewis Spurlarke, was born 
in Baltimore, Mel, April 13th, 1862. Through the influence and 
encouragement of Dr. J. C. Gallup, who met Mr. Spurlarke at 
the Thousand Islands, he came to Clinton, N. Y., to be educated. 
His preparation for college was received at the Clinton Grammar 
School, of which Rev. I. O. Best '65, was principal. He entered 
Hamilton College with the class of '89, and after completing his 
college course entered upon his studies at Auburn Theological 
Seminary, where he was graduated in May, 1892. He Avas 
licensed to preach by the Utica Presbytery, and became pastor of 
the colored Presbyterian Church in Roanoke, Va., which he 
served for two years. This was his only charge, He died at his 
father's home, in Salem, Va., June 9, 1894, 



To those who knew Joseph Lee Spurlarke as a friend and 
classmate, this brief obituary chronicling an untimely death after 
a very brief career of usefulness, has a touch of deep sadness. His 
was a life that permanently impressed others for good. He had 
the ardent, vital temperament of his race; and among all classes 
he gave the impression of natural leadership. His was a great 
heart. His generous spirit easily gave him a place of popularity 
among his friends and college mates. He was positive without 
harshness, and kind toward all without a shadow of obstrusive- 
ness. Possessed of a hue physique which gave no hint of an early 
death he was always foremost as a contestant and prize winner 
in athletics. As a student he was not profound or critical, but 
always faithful in meeting the requirements of the curriculum. 
He commanded the respect of his professors. As a speaker he 
excelled, and was several times chosen for competitive work in 
speaking, both in the academy and college. His work in the 
seminary marked a distinct advance in his life. One of his pro- 
fessors writes from Auburn : "Spurlarke made a good record in 
the seminary for fidelity and courtesy and unselfish conduct. He 
had the respect of all — the affection of many." After leaving the 
seminary he took up work in the South, among his own people. 
He was in charge of a church and school. The church showed 
marked growth in many ways, and the school developed rapidly, 
especially along industrial lines. Mr. Spurlarke' s faith and en- 
thusiasm, coupled with his wise tactfulness in dealing with men, 
readily won for him the loyal support of the white people who 
contributed a considerable sum for the development of the in- 
dustrial work of the school. 

The finest part of the man was his genuine Christianity. He 
was more than emotionially religious. He had a fine type of 
piety, and a strong character. His religious life was the natural 
overflow of a spirit that knew the "joy of salvation, and made 
others feel that joy." The best men in the class knew Spurlarke 
as a manly Christian; and not a few of his classmates have paid 
him the compliment of saying that he left a distinct influence for 
good upon their lives. His work was brief — two years ended it. 
Then came the fever and he was gone. Had he been spared to 



continue the work which he began with such promise, there is 
every reason to believe that he would have wrought a work of 
permanent value for his people. Doubtless, what he did will live, 
as his memory lives, beautiful and chastened, in the hearts of his 
classmates. 




W. S. Steele. 

Springvieee, N. Y., September 20th, 1901. 
My Dear Classmates — The story of my life since leaving col- 
lege is no romance. It reads much as the record of any life that 
is spent in work. I haven't acquired any great amount of those 
treasures that are stored up on earth, and as for the other kind 
I am much the same old "Dick." To be brief, I passed the year 
'Scj-'cjO as vice-principal of Delaware Academy, Delhi, N. Y., an 
excellent institution. It was a pretty town and full of "pretty" 
society. Never having had the chance before to "swim" so- 
cially, I did it that year, at the expense, I fear, of my school work. 



The year 'go-gi was passed as the principal of Salida Acad- 
emy, Salida, Colorado. While there I made the acquaintance 
of a lawyer who offered me a partnership (one-third interest) if 
I would graduate from Ann Arbor or some other equally good 
law school. As his practice was worth $4,000 per year, I eagerly 
accepted, resigned, and started for Calif orna as agent for the 
Equitable Life Co. during the summer vacation. Bless your 
hearts, boys, if you could have seen "Dick" out there reduced to his 
last silver cart wheel in San Francisco, you would have had more 
sorrow for him than the sophomore end of your crowd did on the 
day our class took its final "Fresh" examination. Hungry? 
Well ! I rapidly degenerated from insurance to books, thence to 
fruit picking and general all round day laborer. That was ex- 
perience, but just the experience that many a college graduate 
has had on the Pacific coast. I met one "packing his blanket," 
sleeping under trees, who had been at one time president of a 
mining company in Denver and worth $75,000 — so he told me. 
I met another who had been a commercial traveler in La Crosse, 
Wis., had left it for a better place in Portland, lost his place in 
Portland, pawned his best suit for steerage to San Francisco, 
Cal., struck out on foot for San Jose, 52 miles distant, and 
when I found him he was reduced to a pair of trousers, a felt hat, 
a pair of canvas shoes and an undershirt, but was happy because 
he had just secured a place to pick fruit for $1.50 per day and 
board himself in an old house with seven common laborers. I 
was trying to sell him a book under the impression that he owned 
the "ranch." He gave me a dinner. I saw him many times 
after that — brothers in distress, you know. I could tell of others, 
but these suffice to show what awaits one without capital or 
friends in California. Yet to one with a little money it is as 
near to an earthly paradise as I expect to be. By dint of money 
earned and money borrowed I reached Ann Arbor in September. 
I was graduated with degree LL. B., with 289 others in June, '92. 
I had expected to go to Colorado in November of '92. I received 
word that my lawyer had been elected a judge. This, according 
to Colorado law, threw him entirely out of practice and conse- 
quently myself out of an opportunity. I then went into the 



office of W. R. Clarke of Grand Ledge, Mich., at a very small 
salary and the privilege of having my name on the sign. Under 
stress of sickness at home and accumulating interest on my debts 
and the added necessity of "new togs," I returned to pedagogy 
in the fall of '93 as teacher of law in Fairfield Military Academy, 
Fairfield, Herkimer county, N. Y. There I gained much valu- 
able experience, as well as a more intimate acquaintance with 
Classmate Ackler, whom I learned to love as a brother and to 
whom I fear I was a great nuisance sometimes. In '95 I became 
principal of Hancock High School. In July, '97, I was married 
to Miss Ella A. Prime, of Salem, Mass. In '98 I came to Spring- 
ville as principal of Griffith Institute and Union School. Here 
I am. My family now consists of three, wife, self and a little girl. 
Whether I shall ever return to law or not I do not know. Per 
haps I am doing as well, financially, as the most of the boys in the 
legal profession. I have had considerable pleasure, enjoy good 
health, am making a fair reputation and face the future with 
no misgiving. 

Fraternally, 
W. S. Steele, alias Dick. 




Edward Lawrence Stevens. 



Residence — Richmond Hill, F. I. 

Office — Flushing, L. I. 

Occupation — Superintendent of Schools for Queens County. 

Married — August 14th, 1894, to Carrie M. Hatch. 

Children — Robert L., born January 13th, 1896. 

President of the Class from Fall of '85 to Spring of '87. 
Reunion Committee, Class of '89: 

Dear Classmates: — I have received your letter relative to 
the 10th reunion of the class of '89. You will permit me to thank 
you for your evident intention to consider me still one of the 
members of that class. The two years during which I was per- 
mitted to be a member are as sweet in my memory as any in my 
life and I assure you that the opportunity of participating in the 
tenth reunion of the class of '89 is one I shall not fail to em- 
brace. 



The facts of my life since graduation which are asked for in 
your letter are comparatively few. On leaving college with the 
intention of entering upon the practice of law, I continued my 
legal studies until September of '90. By a mere chance I was in- 
vited to become principal of a small academy and graded school 
in the village of Chateaugay. With the intention of teaching for 
a brief period (less than a year), I accepted the position, but re- 
mained there five years, leaving there to go to Catskill, N. Y., as 
Superintendent of Schools. In May, '97, I was elected Professor 
of Mathematics of the Jamaica State Normal School, Jamaica, 
L. L, the duties of which position I assumed in September of that 
year. 

In March, '98, I was elected Superintendent of Schools of 
the Borough of Queens, one of the five municipal divisions of the 
City of Greater New York. 

I was married in August, '94, and have one child, Robert L. 
Stevens, born in January, 1896. My political affiliations it is 
perhaps needless to relate to any member of the class of '89. The 
"Democracy is still unterrified." My religious affiliations may be 
discovered by striking an average between the Congregational 
and the Unitarian propositions of faith. 

I have the pleasure of having associated with me as princi- 
pals and teachers several gentlemen who are alumni of Hamilton 
College, and we need more of them. It was my privilege to pre- 
side over the class during the first two years of its existence and 
as I now remember it was my constant endeavor to ignore all 
parties and factions. When I now remember all the class as my 
friends I think of no distinction or difference. As one who has 
been interested in the educational process and a student of the 
problems of secondary and higher education for the past ten 
years, I have some decided opinions as to what we and other 
classes might do for the best interests of our Alma Mater. 
Whether or not we will be permitted to do any of these things is 
another question. The requirements for efficiency in young men 
have changed here in America so materially in the last thirty 
years that colleges must come to realize that they are established 
for the purpose of meeting these conditions and not for making 



them. With the earnest hope that I shall he able to be present 
in June on College Hill, I am, 

Very truly yours, 

Edward L,. Stevens. 




Samuel G. Tracy. 

240 W. I02d St., New York City, June i, 1899. 
My Dear Classmates: — If I may have the privilege of calling 
you such, for although I entered college with the class of '89 my 
course was somewhat special, and I did not receive my degree of 
bachelor of science until some years after '89 had graduated. 
Since leaving college my career has been uneventful. In 1887 I 
entered Bellevue Hospital Medical College and after three years' 
study I graduated in March, 1890. Shortly after I was appointed 
assistant to the chair of diseases of children, which position I 
held for three years ; at the same time I was serving as assistant 
physician to the out department of Bellevue Hospital. In 1891 



I was elected by the trustees of the College of Physicians and 
Surgeons to the position of aural surgeon of the Vanderbilt 
Clinic and in 1895-96 I served as assistant instructor in electro 
therapeutics at the Post Graduate Hospital Medical School 
Thus, you see, I have been largely an assistant during the first 
live or six years of my practice. Since then I have been largely 
interested in being assistant to Dr. S. G. Tracy. During the past 
four or five years I have devoted myself particularly to the prac- 
tice of nervous diseases and electro therapeutics. Thinking the 
whole matter over I should rather be a "big frog in a little pond 
than a little frog in a big pond." And if I were settling over 
again, I should certainly locate in a small town, say from ten to 
twenty-five thousand population. 

Am I married ? Not guilty, but would like to be. I have 
been looking around industriously for several years, but un- 
fortunately can't find anybody to have me. From time to time 
I meet old school and college mates and almost invariably they 
tell me that they have taken unto themselves wives and im- 
mediately I feel lonesome ; nevertheless I do not despair, as I 
have several friends on the look out for me. But, seriously, I 
think the married life is the ideal life, and advise all the fellows 
who have not done so "to get on board." I have been asked 
about my religious belief, politics, etc. When I was in college I 
was a Methodist, but have since graduated to the Dutch Reform 
Church, and I presume if "she" happens to be an Episcopalian I 
shall take the third degree and go one step higher. Before I 
reached the voting age I was a Democrat and for several years 
after, after which I was known somewhat as a reformer, after 
the Parkhurst type, but now I have become converted and am a 
deep dyed-in-the-wool Republican. Concerning co-education, I 
am a firm believer in it. If old Hamilton had only been a co- 
educational institution, who knows but by this time the writer of 
this letter would have been a family man with several little 
Tracys running around. So while I believe in co-education in 
preparatory school and in college, I can say I am not in favor of 
it in post graduate courses, especially in medicine. One of our 
sister colleges at Ithaca has a co-education medical department 
in New York City, where male and female students sit together 



in all kinds of operations, some of which the women will never 
be called upon to perform. I am asked "What is your greatest 
achievement during the ten years?" I should say my invention of 
a new and practical nursing bottle for infants who cannot be fed 
from the breast. But strange to relate, that while the medical 
fraternity strongly recommend it, at the present writing the patent 
office refuses to patent it. At the present writing I am somewhat 
uncertain of attending the class reunion and of having the 
pleasure of meeting with those of the boys who return to College 
Hill. However I hope I may be present on commencement day 
In any event I wish every classmate God speed, great success, a 
happy life and a merry one. Yours fraternally, 

Samuel G. Tracy. 




Charles H. Warfield. 
Residence— -Little Falls, N. Y. 
Occupation — Teacher. 



Married — June 28th, 1900, to Jeannette Cook Jessup. 

Children — Janet McDonald, born May 1st, 1901. 

Little Falls, N. Y., April ii, 1899. 

Fellow Classmates: — The story of the first ten years of my 
graduate life is a very commonplace one and can be told in a few 
words. I taught mathematics- in Florida State Seminary one 
year, tutored in Rochester one year, was principal of Bergen 
Union School one year, of Bloomville High School five years and 
am now finishing my second year as principal of Little Falls High 
School, all of which makes ten years. I have had no great suc- 
cesses or no great disasters. Have had enough to eat and wear 
and a fair amount of the pleasures of this world. I so have no 
cause to complain, even none to be exultant. 

My beliefs are unchanged — Black Presbyterian, Blue Pres- 
byterian, an American ever ; where the Stars and Stripes have 
gone up may they never come down. As a teacher I have always 
used my influence to send the boys and girls to their own colleges, 
with the idea that each obtains a truer flavor of genuine college 
life and spirit. 

I wish we might be able to report that each and every mem- 
ber is a subscriber to the alumni fund. The amount is nothing. 
The unanimity and the persistency is the thing. Let us see if it 
cannot be clone. 

God willing, I shall most certainly be back to our Alma 
Mater in June to mingle in jolly fellowship with the '89ers pres- 
ent and to send kindly greetings to the absent. Yours for the 
Buff and Blue and the dear old class of '89 forever. 

C. H. Warfield. 

Note. — Since receiving Warfield 1 s letter he has been elected 
President of Associated Academic Principals of the State of New 
York. He has also added to his well-known dignity the re- 
sponsibility of the father of a daughter. — [Committee.] 




Stephen Dwight Waterbury. 

Residence — Knowlesville, N. Y. (formerly Nicholson, Pa.) 

Occupation — Clergyman. 

Married — June 22cl, 1893, to Margaret Cameron. 

Children — Catherine Ellen, born July 1st, 1894; Harriet 
Emma and Jean Margaret, born January 24th, 1900. 

Nicholson, Pa., March 14th, 1899. 

Dear Classmates: — My life has been for the most part so far 
separated from you that I scarce know how to write a letter to 
those with whom I was so familiar a decade ago. True, there 
are Hamilton men down this way and in fact I am but little over 
forty miles below Binghamton, where it seems at least three of 
our number are located. But these forty miles bring me into 
closer touch with Scranton and all the calls in the way of busi- 
ness are toward Keystone cities. 

I never felt more keenly the desire to " whoop her up for 
Hamilton" when to do so was inappropriate than last October, 



when as a delegate from Lackawanna Presbytery I was attending 
the meeting of our synod in session at Parkersburg, W. Va. 
The colleges within our bounds and connected with our synod 
were being boomed by their respective alumni. Some tried to 
have us think that Lafayette was the only college. Others saw 
in the zenith Washington and Jefferson. I longed to tell them 
that they had not yet mentioned the best "mother in the world." 
But along with a few other loyal sons of Hamilton, who hap- 
pened to be present, we decided to tell our story where it would 
count for more, viz : to the young men just ready for college. 

My ten years have been spent without bringing into being 
any great schemes with which to startle the world. I have not 
planned to enter the field personally and seek to dethrone "Boss 
Quay," however righteous the cause might be, but have in a more 
quiet manner cast my ballot for Dr. Swallow. 

The first three years after leaving Hamilton were spent in 
Auburn Theological Seminary, graduating with the class of '92. 
Then I came directly to Nicholson, Pa., and took charge of the 
Presbyterian church here, of which I am still the pastor. The 
church finished a new manse near the end of my first year's work. 
I sought and found someone to occupy it with me. I was married 
June 22, 1893, to Margaret Cameron. We have one daughter 
who was born July 1, 1894. We have a pleasant home in a 
beautiful town on the main line of the D., L. & W. R. R., and 
will be pleased to welcome any of you. 

I shall be glad to meet you all in Clinton next June and will 
be on hand if I can. In the quite possible event of my being 
unable to be there, accept my best wishes and cordial greetings 
to each. 

Yours in '89, 

S. D. Waterbury. 

Note. — Since the writing of this letter Mr. Waterbury has 
taken a church in Knowlesville, N. Y. You will also see by the 
statistics at the beginning of his letter that his family was in- 
creased in January, 1900. 




Leroy B. Williams. 



Syracuse, N. Y., September nth, 1901. 

My Dear Brandt — Your request for a class letter re- 
ceived. Two years after leaving- Hamilton at the end of fresh- 
man year, I entered Harvard, my work at Hamilton being ac- 
cepted in lieu of entrance examinations, and was permitted to do 
the four years' work in three years, graduating with the class of 
1 891. 

The day following commencement I became a clerk in the 
office of Hiscock, Doheny & Hiscock in this city; was admitted 
to the New York bar in September, 1893 ; practiced law in Syra- 
cuse with Mr. Cowie. one of my present partners, from May, 
1894, until September, 1897, when the firm of Hiscock, Doheny, 
Williams & Cowie was formed. I have held no political office and 
am not married. Very truly yours, 

Leroy B. Williams, 




Eddy Rippey Whitney. 

20 North St., Binghamton, N. Y. 
Teacher. Born in Seneca, N. Y., December 3, 1865; son of 
Ami and Rebecca C. (Rippey); prep., Clinton Grammar 
School. Class treasurer; business manager Lit mo.; campus-day 
orator; A. B. ; M. S. Medical student Geneva, N. Y., '89; 
teacher Mexico Academy 'Scj-'cjO ; Binghamton Central Higli 
School, head of science department, '90- ; vice-principal 



President Binghamton Academy of Science, '94-'96; chair- 
man executive committee, '98. Member New York State Science 
Teachers' Association; American Association Advancement of 
Science ; British Association Advancement of Science ; National 
Educational Association; National Geographic Society. F. & A. 
M., R. A. 

Member and trustee Tabernacle M. E. Church. 

Married Alice M. Fox, Binghamton, June 26, '96. 

Dear Classmates: — After all has been said, there is no joy 
like friendship. No delight Jimmie Rogers may get from study, 
no happiness that the many "blooded bondholders" of the class 



may purchase with money can be compared to the joy of friend- 
ship. To me it is no small satisfaction to behold the class re- 
united in this substantial way after the foolish and unwarranted 
break of our senior year. We may be assured, now that Chres- 
tensen and Brandt have kissed each other, that all is well ! 

Since leaving college, science has more than ever interested 
me and has led me into new and fruitful fields. As a result, per- 
haps, of some researches, I have been summoned to appear before 
coroner's juries, county court, supreme court in three murder 
trials, and in other cases the State was kind enough to select me 
as a chemist for the analysis of milk. People are constantly 
bringing articles for analysis, but in general I prefer the more 
humble life of the pedagogue, with that of consulting chemist, to 
that of the detective chemist. Pedagogy, though not a profitable 
profession, is a satisfying one. Witness the gain in corpulence 
of pedagogue "Dick" Steele since leaving the law and gradual de- 
cline of Lawyer C. B. since he left teaching. ( Warfield always will 
be an exception to prove any rule). It is the policy of our high 
school to send only well prepared men to old Hamilton, and as 
many of them as possible. This must be done, not only on general 
principles, but because "Nibbs" was reared in the wilderness sur- 
rounding this city, and the local pride must be sustained. How- 
ever, in spite of all of his education, his natural instincts cause 
him to "take to the woods," though now in the manufacture and 
sale of furniture. Since I came here the science department has 
been greatly enlarged and new quarters have been admirably 
fitted with modern appliances. A lecture room, equipped with 
raised seats in tiers, stereopticon, electricity, water, gas, etc. ; a 
chemical laboratory, a biological laboratory, a physical laboratory, 
photographic dark room, etc., have been furnished for the most 
approved teaching by laboratory methods. Three good assistant 
teachers have been given me in the department. My duties as 
vice-principal of a High School of 700 students and 22 teachers 
have been pleasant to me, and I trust satisfactory to the com- 
munity. 

Cordially yours, 

E. R. Whitney. 




Alfred Goodrich Bailey. 
Graduated Cleveland Homoeopathic Hospital College, March, 
'89, as honor man of class. 

Interne Knoor St. Hospital, Cleveland, O., '8CK90. 

Practiced — Cleveland, O., '89-*9o; North Adams, Mass., 
'9i-'93; Chicago, 111., '93^95; Sacramento, Cal., '95-'97; San 
Francisco, Cal., '97-'99 ; Suisun, Cal., '99-'oi. 

Member at various times of Ohio, Massachusetts, Illinois 
and California State Medical Societies, and American Institute 
of Homoeopathy. 

For two years Professor of Mental and Nervous Diseases, 
Homoeopathic Hospital College, San Francisco, Cal. 

Medical Examiner, Solano County, California. 

Suisun, Cal., Sept. 26, 1901. 

Dear Brothers, Class of } 8g: — Appended you will find the 
brief history of a rolling stone, whose existence quite likely most 
of you have forgotten. 



The phrenologists of the class may recall that I was always 
somewhat "bumpy," and my propensity for roaming is attribut- 
able to that circumstance, the bump of "love of home " and that 
of "love for travel'' continually warring for supremacy. Since 
my earliest recollection I was bitten by a mad desire to visit Cali- 
fornia, an appetite constantly whetted by the example of my 
father, who persistently vibrated back and forth across the conti- 
nent. I once asked him how many times he had made the trip. 
He replied: "Thirteen times by sea/' but could not recall how 
many times overland. There is something in heredity. To me the 
Golden West was ever a veritable El Dorado; for did not my 
father fare forth with a purse laden with greenbacks and return 
with one filled with gold. And then the fascinating lingo of that 
wonderful country — two bits, four bits, how much more romantic 
than a quarter of a dollar, a half dollar — for my boyhood fancy 
never comprehended anything beyond quarters and halves. Jove ! 
I can remember when two bits was a week's spending money. 
Then those beautiful Spanish names — San Bernandino, Santa 
Barbara, San Luis Obispo — match them on that side of the con- 
tinent if you can. But Suisun — Heaven spare the mark. Why 
did they borrow an Indian name? Surely the stock of Spanish 
ones was not exhausted. 

And here is your rolling stone, rolling no more, but stuck 
fast in the mire through a scurvy trick of fate. My predecessor — 
God rest his soul — asked me to relieve him of his practice for a 
few weeks, and death relieved him for all time. For two years I 
have been vainly endeavoring to convince his patients that he did 
not know all there was to know about medicine. It is just pos- 
sible that I may be able to impress that conviction upon the 
generation I am helping to usher into the world. 

I am anxious to see the Class Book, desirous of renewing 
the acquaintance of those who as boys I loved and esteemed. We 
all owe a debt of gratitude to those who have undertaken the 
work of compilation, and I take this opportunity of publically 
apologizing to Schuyler Brandt, whom I have treated most 
shabbily. He has written and written, but I purposely laid low 
because it was such a pleasure to receive his urgent appeals and to 



conceive him in his back office perspiring over his epistolary ef- 
forts and softly swearing to himself when the expected replies 
failed to materialize. He finally gave me up as a bad job and 
wrote to Collier in despair, saying that he could not get a "rise" 
out of Bailey. Then my conscience smote me. Pray forgive me, 
Brandt. 

In closing, let me look out for a moment upon a broader 
world. Thank God, a man's horizon is not limited by the narrow- 
ness of his life. Since we parted this country has been making 
history at a remarkable rate — history to which I trust members 
of our class have contributed an honorable share. The past de- 
cade has been one of the most eventful in the nation's life and he 
who did so much to shape its destiny has just died as Lincoln 
died. The ways of Providence are inscrutable; yet Lincoln died 
and the nation lives; McKinley dies and the nation survives. 
God's purpose will be revealed in the years to come. 

With memories made golden by days of separation, I re- 
main, 

Ever yours, 

Alfred G. Bailey. 





Wiluam Stoweee Leavenworth. 



In response to the call of the committee of the class, I ven- 
ture to submit the following data : 

I, William Stowell Leavenworth, was born at Brattleboro, 
Vermont, July 28, 1862. My mother, Mary Evelina Griggs, the 
daughter of Samuel and Sally (Hubbard) Griggs, of Cazenovia, 
N. Y., was a woman of deep piety, rare culture and unusual 
literary ability. My father, Abel Edgar Leavenworth, was born 
in Charlotte, Vermont, in 1828; Avas graduated from the Uni- 
versity of Vermont in 1856, and (with the exception of his three 
years' service in the Union army during the Civil War) was 
actively engaged throughout his entire life as an educator. After 
having been principal of several academies, in 1874 he was chosen 
president of the Randolph, Vermont, State Normal School, and 
in 1 88 1 he became president of the State Normal School at Castle- 
ton, Vermont, which position he held until compelled to retire on 
account of failing health in 1897. 



I am the fourth of five sons, four of us being college bred — 
two from Middlebury, one from Yale and one from Hamilton. 
My early education was received at Beeman Academy, New 
Haven, Vermont. In 1878 I was graduated from the Randolph 
State Normal School and after two years' experience as a clerk in 
a general store, I took up the work of the advanced course at the 
Castleton State Normal School, graduating in 1883. During the 
next two years I experienced the varying fortunes of a com- 
mercial traveler, gaining much knowledge of the world and a 
little money. At the end of this time, feeling the need of a col- 
legiate training, I interviewed the late President Darling, and 
later, Dr. Oren Root, with the result that I was permitted to en- 
roll as an unknown quantity with the class of 1889, Hamilton 
College, as a special. On my undergraduate career it is not 
necessary for me to dwell. My classmates and instructors 
probably knew more about my mental kinks than I did. Only one 
honor came to me, apart from my B. S. degree, that being the ap- 
pointment as assistant to the Professor of Chemistry during; the 
last two years of my course. I say came, for I was not looking 
for it ; the things I have looked for have rarely arrived. I suppose 
I shall owe posterity an apology, or at least an explanation, for 
not having taken a few prizes. As I look back upon my student 
days and reflect upon the number offered, it is a marvel how any 
man escaped. Judging from the last catalogue, I suppose it is 
now, practically, impossible. Well, the faculty decided to turn 
me out with the rest of '89; and in the following September I 
entered upon my duties as Professor of Chemistry and Physics at 
Ripon College, Ripon, Wis., where I still abide. I studied 
physics at Harvard during the summers of 1889 and 1890, and 
some years later spent some time in post graduate study at Chi- 
cago University. This is my student history to date; though I 
might add that I have been a harder student since leaving college 
halls than I ever was before. 

In matters domestic I am happy to relate that I was married 
on December 15, 1892, to Sophia Holt Shepard, of Albany, N. 
Y., daughter of Charles T. and Emma Holt Shepard. There has 
been born to us one son, Edgar Charles Shepard, on September 
13, 1893, who bids fair to repeat some of the activities of his sire. 



Professionally I have little to record. My college work has 
developed so that the floor space devoted to it has increased from 
two thousand square feet to sixteen thousand. My laboratories 
in our science building" were planned by myself; so I have no 
complaint to file. In consequence of carrying two subjects, and 
lately the librarianship of the college, as well as the numerous 
minor duties incident to a professorship in a small college, I 
have had little time for outside affairs. However, I have served 
two terms as alderman in Ripon; and was the unsuccessful 
mayoralty nominee of the Republican party, on a reform 
issue. In June, 1893, I had the honor to be the orator on the oc- 
casion of the twenty-fifth anniversary of the founding of the 
Castleton Normal School. I have published several papers on 
the subjects related to my work in chemistry. I have at this time 
the manuscript prepared for a book on Qualitative Analysis, 
which I believe has some merit and will soon be on the market. I 
am a member of the Wisconsin Academy of Sciences and Arts, 
and of the American Chemical Society, through the medium of 
which I aim to keep in touch with the work of my fellows in 
science. 

As I advance in years and gain in judgment of men and 
things, I feel continually grateful that my undergraduate course 
was completed at a small college, for the personal equation is there 
given its due weight, and the proper balance is maintained be- 
tween instructor and learner. The ''small college'' is furnishing 
the world with more than its proportion of men who think and 
accomplish; and in no small measure is this due to the peculiar en- 
vironment which obtains in the so-called "fresh water" college. 
This is a digression ; but assuming that I have sympathetic read- 
ers, I have thus mildly aired myself on a subject of deep personal 
interest. 

With best wishes for the welfare of my classmates, and for 
the continued prosperity of our common intellectual mother, 1 
close. 

William Stowell Leavenworth. 

Ripon, Wis. 



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